Page 68 of Willowbrooke
Leo pursed his lips. “It’s just as much yours as mine. Now answer the question.”
“Well…” I took a moment to think. “We might consider moving to the upstairs master. It has an ensuite and much more closet space.”
“Turn our room back into a study?” His use of “our” was not lost on me.
I nodded.
“Then you’d have an office,” he offered.
I laughed, because why would it be mine? “Or it could be your office.”
“Or we could share,” Leo compromised.
I snorted a laugh. “Like I would get any work done if we shared an office.”
“Why is that?” Leo raised an eyebrow. He knew exactly why, he just wanted to hear me say it out loud.
I refused.
But the blush creeping across my cheeks was more than enough to give me away.
“You naughty little thing,” Leo snickered, nuzzling against me.
I shoved him, rolling my eyes when he feigned an injury.
“So what else? What else are we editing?” He smiled impishly as he sipped his wine.
There was one last thing, though I was apprehensive to mention it.
But Leo seemingly already knew. “Just say it,” hecommanded, eyes still twinkling.
I glared at him, but didn’t reply.
“The solarium?” he guessed correctly.
I remained silent.
“I know,” he sighed, finally letting the facade falter.
“I wasn’t so much thinking of redecorating as I was thinking about rebranding.” I tried to spin my idea to seem more appealing.
My plan worked. Leo quirked a brow, curious at what I had in mind.
“What if it wasn’t the solarium, but rather, a conservatory,” I proposed. “We could fill it with plants, comfy furniture, and a telescope for stargazing.”
I stopped, surprised by Leo’s wide grin. “I love it.”
“Really?” I asked earnestly.
“Can I tell you a secret?” he said conspiratorially, his voice low as he leaned forward.
I nodded slowly.
“I’d agree to any changes you wanted to make, as long as it meant you were staying.”
Careful not to spill my wine, I gently wound my arm around Leo’s neck and pulled him to me. He always seemed to know exactly what pace I required. His lips were slow and soft, lightly pressing and tugging…he had become an expert at unwinding the tight coil inside me.
When a quiet whimper escaped me, he pulled back. “Weshould go to the room,” he breathed against my skin, unable to separate himself any farther.
