Page 125 of Booked on You
“I should’ve paid attention,” he says into my hair. “I got lost in the moment.”
“I did, too.” I try to make my voice sound lighthearted, but it comes out shaky.
He pulls back to look at me. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper. “I won’t know until I see how bad it is.”
He cups my face in his hands. “We’ll figure this out. Together. Okay?”
I nod because I do not trust my voice.
He starts a fire in the bedroom fireplace while I change into something more comfortable.
As he turns and looks at me over his shoulder, he smiles. “Let’s go to bed.”
I climb under the covers, and he slides in beside me, pulling me against his chest. The fire crackles and firelight dances across the walls. It should feel peaceful.
“I hate that people care about my life,” I whisper.
All I can think about is the moment our perfect bubble burst and the real world came crashing back in.
“I’m so sorry,” Ezra whispers into the darkness.
“It is not your fault.”
“It feels like it is.”
“It’s not. I should’ve known better,” I say, letting out a sigh. I pull him closer and rest my head against his chest. He kisses my forehead as I try to convince myself that everything will be okay.
Maybe tomorrow those photos won’t be everywhere.
Or maybe they will, and everything will only be inflamed more than it already is.
Right now, I just want to stay in his arms and pretend for a little while longer that the outside world can’t touch us here.
Even though I know that’s a lie.
CHAPTER 28
EZRA
Iwake up to the sound of Scarlett breathing beside me. The bedroom is still dark, but there’s a sliver of light coming through the curtains. The sun is currently rising, which means I get to spend another day with the woman I’m falling in love with.
A small smile plays on my lips as I study Scarlett looking so damn peaceful. I don’t move because I don’t want to wake her and ruin the solitude I’m swimming in.
Last night plays through my mind. When I close my eyes, I can almost hear the fire crackling and her needy gasps close to my ear. Making love under the stars as the waves crashed behind us was magical and so damn special.
My jaw clenches knowing someone violated our privacy. I hate that I didn’t notice sooner or that I wasn’t as cautious as I should’ve been. But when it’s just the two of us, I tend to lose all inhibitions. I thought we were safe and secluded because Millie’s place is on a private beach. I blame myself because I stupidly let my guard down.
I reach for my phone on the nightstand and see a fuckton of notifications, which makes me pause. My brows furrow as I open the messages from Millie.
Millie
Ezra. Call me.
Mille
Oh, it’s not an emergency. I realize how that text came across. I’m fine. The house is fine. Willow is fine, and so is that mean old rooster in the back yard.
