Exclusive Excerpt from Beautiful Trauma
by Aimee Nicole Walker
I grinned at the suspicious tone in his voice. “Seriously. Why do you have a hard time believing it?”
Henry’s body stiffened against mine. “Ezra, your condo is a total fuck pad. This bathtub isn’t about getting clean; it’s for pretending you’re kissing and fucking in the rain or a waterfall on a tropical island. Why would I believe this is the maiden voyage?”His body and tone of voice were tense, and I hoped the truth would ease his worry.
“How many men do you think I’ve brought to my home?”I asked. Henry scowled and shifted to put distance between us, but I tightened my arms around his lower back, keeping him tight against me. Where he belonged. “Would it make you feel better or worse to know the truth? Those inner demons you mentioned earlier are whispering ugly things in your head, right?”Henry released a shaky breath and nodded. “One man, Henry. You are the only man I’ve brought into my home, shared a bed with, and introduced to my bathtub. If my home is a fuck pad, then it was created just for you.”
Henry’s mouth fell open in a cartoonish way, and I would’ve laughed if the conversation wasn’t so serious. “How could that be?” he whispered.
“I’m not saying you’re the only person I’ve had sex with since I moved here last year, Henry. What I’m trying to say is you’re the only one I wanted to bring home with me. You’re the only one I wanted to see lying between my sheets or sitting at my barstool while I cooked breakfast. You’re the only one I wanted to hold in my arms in this over-the-top bathtub. You’re the only one who occupies my thoughts and dreams.”