Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss (Kylan and Katrina) novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90 

Kassing him. Feeling him. Cradling him to her. Keeping him safe. Safe and loved. 

And oh, how Katrina wanted to say that to him. How she wanted to tell him just how deeply, how impossibly she felt for him. 

But somewhere in the recesses of her bliss filled mind, she knew that would be too much tonight. She knew several barriers had already been broken, several walls had been shattered. She knew she had gotten through enuntless tactical defenses that resided in Rylan’s mind, and she couldn’t push it Couldn’t push him to be more vulnerable or- 

“L.. You mean everything to me. Kate.” It was Kylan who spoke first. Rylan who broke the sounds of her panting together, coming down from her highs. 

She smiled at him, completely exhausted and spent, but happy. “You mean everything to me too, Kylan.” She kissed his forehead once before withdrawing from his lap, already missing the feeling of him inside her. 

Kylan rolled over and stumbled to his bathroom, coming back with a few towels to help clean t 

clean the pair of them up 

Together, she worked in silence to right his bed and fluff his mangled pillows. She pulled her pajamas, or really l Kylan’s p 

s pajamas, over her body. And then she sat down on Kylan’s bed, and he sat next to her. She hesitated for a second, but then she reached for his hand and took hold of his fingers. 

“Are you okay? Was that.. Okay?” As tired as she was, it was important for her to check in with Kylan. The last thing she wanted, was for him to withdraw from her because they were intimate again. 

Kylan looked at her and her breath caught in her throat when she realized he was smiling at her. Full on, openly, smiling at her. 

It melted her heart. Her mind was but a puddle of feelings so intense, she truthfully felt like crying. 

“That was perfect, Kate. You are.. Perfect.” He still sounded a bit awkward with his words, his confession, but it meant everything to her. Together, they fixed themselves beneath his duvet and settled so they were snuggled close together, their arms draped around each other Her fingers absently traced over the lines of his cardinal tattoo, her eyes scanning his profile as he stared at the ceiling. 

“I think I’d like to get a tattoo,” she whispered into the quiet of the bedroom. 

Kylan shifted to look at her and she smiled at him sofily. “Maybe a robin. A small one. Somewhere only I’ll see it and. And you.” Despite all she had done with Kylan tonight, her face still flushed warm at the implication of her words. 

“A robin symbolizes change and growth,” Kylan said the words matter of fact, and she nodded in agreement, glad he already knew why she would want that specific tattoo, 

“I does.” She leaned over him to place a kiss on his cheek “Goodnight, Rylan. Thank you for letting me know you like. Like this.” She pressed her face to the crook of his neck, breathing deeply, allowing the scent of him to full her further into relaxation. 

It was easy for her to fall into the waiting blanket of sleep. Just before she was lost to the night around her, she felt Kylan’s lips on her hair 

“I love you, Kate.” 

The words were spoken quietly, softly, and she wasn’t certain she had heard them correctly at all through her sleep filled mind. Surely, it was a dream. 

A nice dream 

The best dream. 

She held onto the dream and allowed it to pull her fully under, her arms securely around the man that was never meant to be the keeper of her heart. 

Kylan didn’t have a nightmare that night. 

Neither of them realized it until the following morning when they were seated at his kitchen counter, eating the breakfast be made. She was mid bite of avocado toast when the paused and looked at Kylan. He was eating his own food glasses still perched on his nose, hair a bit disheveled from their passion and sleeping. 

He must have felt her staring, because he also stilled, his teacup halfway to his lips. “What?” he deadpanned, eyeing her warily 

She cleared her throat and shook her head, wondering if she should draw attention to her thoughts. “You just… You didn’t have a nightmare last 

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night, that’s all.” Her voice was timid, her eyes downcast on the stray crumbs that speckled her plate. 

Kylan hummed, taking the drink of his tea now. “Truthfully, my nightmares have been shit before last night, ever since I started therapy.” He wasn‘ looking at her, his jaw tense and his shoulders pulled taut now. 

She hesitated for a second, and then laid her hand over his forearm. That’s normal. Unpacking the amount of trauma you are. Anyone would be having nightmares.” She licked her lips and shrugged. “I had nightmares all the time, during the thick of my own therapy she admitted easily