Page 285 of Safe With You

“I adapted it.”

“You’re getting too comfortable.”

“Apparently.”

The word caught me, but not because of the way he said it. I realized I didn’t mind hearing it anymore.

Comfortable.

A few hours ago, the thought of getting too comfortable with him still carried enough weight that I could feel it sitting somewhere beneath everything else. Now I was curled against him on his couch after helping his daughter with homework and telling him things I’d spent years trying to convince myself didn’t matter anymore, and somehow, I was okay.

More than okay.

I tilted my head back enough to look at him.

Ellis glanced down. “What now?”

I didn’t answer. I reached up and kissed him.

His surprise lasted all of half a second before his hand moved from my thigh to my waist, pulling me closer as he kissed me back.

It wasn’t rushed. Nothing between us ever seemed to be.

His mouth moved against mine slowly enough that I felt every shift, every little change in pressure, the scrape of his beard against my skin when I turned toward him more fully.

My hand settled against his chest, and his heart was beating faster than it had been a minute ago.

That made me smile against his mouth.

Ellis pulled back just enough to look at me. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Luna.”

“I’m not laughing.”

“You’re smiling.”

“You complain a lot for somebody getting kissed.”

His mouth curved. “Do it again.”

I shook my head, but I kissed him anyway.

This one lasted longer. His hand moved slowly along my back while mine slid up to the side of his neck, and for a few seconds, I forgot entirely about the movie playing behind us.

When we pulled apart, I stayed close, his forehead resting lightly against mine.

“You good?”

“With you, always.”

He studied me for a second, like he was making sure, then nodded. “Good.”

I settled against him again.

The movie had moved on without us, and neither of us bothered rewinding it.