Sloane
“I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this at peace,” I say to Benedict as we stand together looking out over the city.
“I feel the same way. I couldn’t wait to get you alone tonight. Besides the obvious, that I really like you and I’m completely and totally attracted to you, I can be me when it’s just the two of us.”
I turn in his arms, sliding my arms around his neck.
“You mean no one else gets this relaxed side of you?”
He shakes his head no. “Does anyone else get the vulnerable side of you?”
“I HATE being vulnerable,” I say.
“And yet, I get to see that side of you,” he says, brushing my hair behind my shoulder. “I’m perfectly happy to stay out here, but I promised to feed you a burger and fries.”
“I can wait for food. But was I mistaken about seeing a bottle of champagne and a bo
