-Partially covered by a blanket, Erin was stretched out on the sofa with a book resting on her chest. One slender hand held the book, while the other rested on the sofa’s arm behind her dark head. She was so engrossed in the story, she didn’t notice him.
Dylan paused, leaning against the doorframe, to appreciate the sight of her simply being here. His throat thickened as he thought about just how lucky he was to be loved by her. He’d struck gold with her. Hell, platinum even. He didn’t deserve her, not by a long shot, yet here she was. There was still a part of him that thought she could do better, but for whatever reason she’d chosen him. That fact still amazed him every single day.
She shifted, turning her head so her mocha eyes found him. “What are you doing?”
He smiled. “Just standing here loving you.”
Heat crept into her cheeks as she rolled her eyes. “Get over here, stalker, so I can love you back.”
Grinning now, he pushed away from the doorframe and moved to join her on the sofa. Plucking the book from her hand, he tossed it to the floor.
“Hey!” she protested.
He quieted her with a kiss.-