Page 79 of When He Was Mine

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I decided this week is a wash. I'll be lazy for another couple of days and then get back on the wagon."

His eyes twinkled. "Does that mean you'll be sleeping late?"

"Probably. We don't need to meet Finley and Sadie until noon."

"I placed an order for a cake."

I pressed a kiss to his temple. "You're sweet."

"It's not every day someone gets engaged."

"I'm sure most people hope it's the last time they get engaged."

"I hope you enjoyed your engagement because it's the last time you're getting engaged," he said, a playful but possessive glint in his eyes.

"Possessive asshole," I muttered, though I couldn't help but smile.

"I'm not possessive, I'm straightforward. You're not leaving me at any time during our marriage."

"Oliver, you can't predict the future."

"I can predict the future, and you're not leaving me. Promise me, Ryleigh."

His face grew serious, his sapphire eyes pleading with me. I sighed, feeling the weight of his gaze.

"I promise," I said softly.

He relaxed, a satisfied smile curling his lips. "What do you want to do tonight?"

"I already said I was being lazy."

"Does that mean I'll be forced to watch those horrible shows you like?" Oliver asked.

"It's part of a relationship. You don't always watch what I want to watch."

"I watch the news to keep up on what's going on in the world. Let’s clean up. I have a couple of emails to answer and I’ll meet you in the bedroom"

He stood up, gathering the plates and leftovers. I watched him for a moment, appreciating the way he moved with purpose, even in the small act of cleaning up. He headed to his office, quickly answering his emails that couldn't wait.

When he entered the bedroom, I was already lounging on the bed, remote in hand. He climbed in beside me and I snuggled into his warmth as he wrapped an arm around me.

"Ready for some terrible TV?" I asked, grinning.

"Ready as I'll ever be," he replied, kissing the top of my head.

We settled in, the comfort of routine wrapping around us like a warm blanket. Despite the chaos and interruptions of the day, moments like this made everything worthwhile.

After a lazy night of kissing and watching television, I slept until almost 9 a.m. in the morning when Oliver slipped back into the bedroom from his workout.

Oliver pulled off his white sweatshirt, damp with sweat, revealing a gray t-shirt clinging to his muscular torso. I watched, yawning loudly as he disrobed.

"Where did you go?" I asked, stretching out on the bed.

"Downstairs. It’s chilly out today," he replied, ruffling his damp hair.

I groaned, burying my face in my pillow. "I hate winter."

"Then you’ll like my surprise," he said with a playful grin.

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