Page 55 of Saved By Sin

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Not all the time.

But enough.

“I was thinking about Julie,” I say. “About Luke. About all of it.”

Sin’s jaw tightens at Luke’s name, then eases. “It’s over.”

I nod. “Yeah. It is.”

That still feels big enough to sit with for a second.

Then I glance toward the hallway. Sin notices immediately, because he notices everything.

“What?” he asks.

I try for casual and fail. “I think we need a bigger table.”

One dark brow lifts. “A table.”

“And maybe another bedroom.”

He goes still.

I can actually see the exact moment he understands me.

His hands tighten at my waist, just enough to tell me his whole body heard it.

“Ruby.”

I duck my head a little, smiling because suddenly I’m shy. “I mean, if we’re talking about a big family.”

He tips my chin up.

There’s something raw in his eyes. Something fierce and wrecked and so full of love it makes my chest ache.

“Should we try again now?” I ask, tugging lightly at his cut.

He lets out a rough breath and pulls me against him so tight I laugh.

That laugh still surprises me sometimes.

Not because it exists.

Because it comes so easily now.

Sin kisses my temple, my cheek, the corner of my mouth.

“You trying to kill me, sweetheart?”

“No,” I say, curling my fingers into his shirt. “Just trying to give you everything.”

His forehead rests against mine.

“You already did. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

THE END

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