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Devon took my hand and removed it from my chest, holding it tightly. “It’s a testament that you’re a survivor, sweetheart. I’ll show you my scars if it makes you feel any better. I have plenty of them. We all have scars.”

I wiggled my brows. “Does that mean you’d have to take off your clothes to show them to me? If so, I’m all for that idea. I’d love to examine every one of them.”

Devon let out a bark of laughter. “You’re a wicked woman, Reese Monroe.”

“Only with you,” I told him with a sigh as I laid my head on his shoulder. “I guess I should check on dinner. It should be done soon. It’s your turn to pick a movie to watch, but I am not watching The Matrix or The Shawshank Redemption again. Pick something else.”

Unfortunately, I was all caught up on Antiques Roadshow.

Devon and I traded back and forth on picking movies to watch before bed every night.

He had a few that he could watch over and over if I let him.

Most of them were older classics that were definitely ‘guy’ movies.

“Die Hard?” he asked hopefully.

“We just saw that one earlier in the week,” I complained jokingly as I got off the sofa to go rescue our dinner.

“Then I’ll just let you pick,” he said magnanimously as he stood. “I’m happy just being with you. I really don’t care what we watch.”

My heart somersaulted inside my chest.

God, this man really did say things that made me adore him even more.

I walked over to him, put my arms around his neck, and told him, “We’ll watch Die Hard.”

He kissed me until my entire body almost melted.

The embrace was slow, sexy, and adoring.

“Why?” he asked when he finally lifted his head.

“Because I’m happy just being with you, too,” I confessed.

He shot me a shit-eating grin and then kissed me again.

The kiss was so thorough that our dinner was almost overcooked, but neither one of us cared.

Devon

Reese and I ended up not watching a movie at all.

She’d asked if we could go to the music room so she could listen to me play, and I’d happily gone along with that suggestion.

I’d played a variety of music for her, and I’d worked with her on an easier duet on the piano.

She hadn’t seriously played for a long time, but she still had her musical skills, and she loved music.

She’d caught on pretty quickly, and we’d spent an incredibly fun evening joking around at the piano. She’d gone to bed a while ago, but I was lying in my bed restless as hell.

I had no idea how I was going to manage to keep my sanity and keep my hands off of Reese until she had the kind of dating experience she deserved.

I’d just gotten myself off in the shower before bed, and I was still edgy.

I wanted her in a way I’d never wanted another woman before in my entire life.

She’d smelled like strawberries tonight.