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manner. Ever. Do you understand me?” he asks with a stern yet loving tone.
    “Yes,” I reply, nodding my head and smiling softly up at him.
    “If you do, I will take you over…”
    “Yes, your knee,” I interrupt, holding my hand up to halt him. “I got it.”
    “Thank you.”
    “You’re welcome?”
    He steps out of the way, allowing me to open the door to whatever lies behind. I grip the cool metal of the knob and firmly turn it, swinging the door open, baffled by what I discover.

Chapter Five
     
    Hear No Lies
     
    I scan the bedroom with a hurt curiosity. There is a massive bed with a plush white comforter, black sheets, and black pillows. The floor is white-stained wood with a huge white shaggy rug in the center. There is a sitting area in the corner furnished with black reading chairs and a little white table in between, with a large bouquet of white lilies, my favorite flowers, in an intricate crystal vase sitting atop of it. I notice there aren’t any dressers in the room.
    There are three white walls with black crown molding, and one massive wall made of glass to our right, highlighting the same splendid view of West San Francisco and the brightly glowing Golden Gate in the distance. Everything is white and black, including Damian’s beautiful photographs of our spectacular city. There are a few of us mixed in from the charity, Olivia’s birthday, and about town.
    He must notice me admiring them because he says, “Who knew the damn paparazzi were actually good for something besides sticking their cameras in everyone’s business.”
    “Yeah. The vultures wouldn’t leave me the hell alone. It was really the cherry on my sundae. I’d done a good job of staying low key until you.” I smirk at him over my shoulder, and he gasps. “I’m happy I can still do that to you.”
    “You do many things to me,” he murmurs, pulls my back into his hard torso, and shoves his face into my neck, breathing me in.
    “You aren’t alone,” I purr, resting my head on his broad chest.
    “No, not anymore, not since I got you back, and I never intend on letting you go again.”
    “I don’t plan on going anywhere except your bed.”
    “It’s our bed, Gabrielle,” he whispers into my ear, “yours and mine.”
    “Fine, our bed,” I reply, lifting my head up and observing the setup of the room. “Would you please tell me what I’m looking at right now?”
    “This is your room.”
    My room?
    “I’m not sleeping with you?” I turn to face him, still wrapped in his secure arms. “I thought you said it was our bed.”
    “Of course you are, and yes I did. This is for you, when you need space or time alone.”
    “I thought that’s what my apartment was for,” I retort, cocking an inquiring brow.
    “You won’t be living there anymore. This is your home now. I’ve provided you with a hideaway. I can stand you needing time away from me, but I can’t actually be away from you.”
    I want to tell him no, that this is ridiculous, but I won’t. Well, not now anyway. I don’t want to ruffle any feathers before we’ve had a chance to settle back into the relationship. Plus, I have no plans of going back there anytime soon.
    “It’s a little odd, but terribly sweet.” I stand on the tips of my toes and kiss his chin softly. “Thank you.”
    “You’re welcome, angel.” He tilts his face in and returns my loving gesture on the forehead. “I used black and white for a semi-blank canvas. I figured you could add color, art, whatever you like. It’s your space. Feel free to do with it as you please.”
    “Would you take pictures of us? Like the photos you replaced in your room?”
    “Yes, I’d love that greatly. Are you sure you wish to expose yourself to my camera? It can be quite revealing.”
    “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to.” I set my hand on his chest, feeling his strong heart beat under my palm. “It would be an honor to pose with you, for you, an artist of your caliber.”
    He lifts