Chapter twenty seven

27.

Chloe's POV:

I kept toying with the hair of his beard, thinking on how to ask the question I was dying to ask. We were now drained out under the duvet, my head was on his chest as he softly ran his fingers through my wavy hair.

He'd been awfully quiet, like his mind wasn't there with me. He seemed to be worried about something and my stomach churned with jealousy when I thought it could be Maggie he was worried about. Maybe somewhere in there, he still had some love for his lady friend.

His chest rumbled against my ear as a chuckle escaped him....