My Billionaire Rock Star Husband
It was the lyrics of one of his songs, made physical, and scented by crushed rose petals.
He rolled to the side, holding her hips to his so that he stayed within her, and they lay, limbs tangled, holding each other. He pressed his lips to her forehead. “Em…” he murmured. “I love you. Not just as my friend, not just because we have spent most of our lives together, but, because I… I don’t know how to live without you. When you are not with me, I… think about you constantly. When I write my songs, it is you I am writing them for, who I am writing the lyrics about.”
Bab Populer