Page 410 of Safe With You

He walked into the room.

“That was somewhere.”

I reached for the shirt hanging across the foot of the bed.

“We’re going to be late.”

“Oh, now we’re worried about time?”

Ellis caught me around the waist before I could pass him.

I laughed. “Move.”

“No.”

“We have somewhere to be.”

“I’ve been saying that.”

“And now you’re holding us up.”

His mouth brushed mine.

“Seems worth it.”

I kissed him once before pushing against his chest.

“Go.”

He kissed me again.

“Ellis.”

“All right.”

He let me go, but not before his hand slipped from my waist and settled over the curve of my stomach.

It had become a habit over the last few months.

Sometimes I didn’t think he even realized he was doing it.

His palm stayed there while his thumb moved once beneath my shirt, and when I looked down, the ring on my left hand caught the light.

Nine months later, I still wasn’t completely used to seeing it there.

The stomach was newer.

Thirty-five weeks newer.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I told him.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m doing something.”

“You are doing something.”

“I’m standing here.”