Chapter 133

Epilogue.

The bedroom door is barely closed before David's hands are on me, sliding up under the thin silk of my robe as he backs me against the wall.

I tilt my head back against the cool plaster, letting him kiss down the column of my throat while my fingers work the buttons of his shirt open. His skin is still firm under my palms, though the muscle has softened slightly with the years, the hair on his chest is more silver than dark now. I love every change. Every line around his eyes when he smiles, every grey at his temples, every scar from nights we almost didn't survive. I trace them with my fingertips as I push the shirt off his shoulders.

"You smell like trouble," he murmurs against my collarbone, voice low and rough the way it gets when he's already half-gone on me.

"Good trouble?" I ask, sliding my hand down his stomach, f