I can’t help but giggle.
Nero barely lifts his head, eyes still shut. “If you’re laughing, I did something wrong. Give me five minutes, and I’ll have you screaming instead.”
“No, it’s not that.” I smile, nestling closer. “I was just thinking… Every time, it’s the best I’ve ever had. And then you go and raise the bar again.”
I feel the rumble of his laughter in his chest. “Like I said, give me five, and I’ll have you screaming.”
He strokes my hair, and I feel a wash of calm roll over me. It’s not just the endorphins bringing me such an unexpected sense of peace. What I said before, I meant it: I chose Nero. Despite everything that’s happened, I stand by that choice. The connection between us is too strong to ignore, and every time I try, I end up right back here where I started:
In his arms.
There’s no hiding it or denying things that my heart already knows to be true. Annulment, divorce, even walking out and disappearing for good… They’re not real options to me, not anymore. I’ve made my choice. It’s Nero, every time.
And now I’m going to figure a way to live with that.