It didn't matter what he was, or what this was supposed to mean. It didn't matter whether they fit some definition or not, whether they were conventional girlfriend and boyfriend, whether he was a billionaire, a liar, a saint, or even a scumbag. What mattered was how she felt right now…safe, warm, and at peace.
If he was good to her, if he made her forget the noise for a little while, then maybe that was enough.
Her grip loosened slightly, and Rex, sensing her shoulders relax, smiled quietly. He didn't know what was running through her mind and didn't need to. He just felt the shift in her breathing, the way her heartbeat slowed against his, the faint tremor in her fingers fading.
When she finally lifted her head, their eyes met, her eyes shimmered faintly in the moonlight, and for a long second, neither of them moved. Her gaze was unsteady, searching; his, calm and unreadable.
"Feeling better?" he asked quietly.
