“What about Isabelle?”
“Too close to Isabella, and people would call an Isabella, Bella.”
“So?”
“Twilight.”
“Seriously?”
“Pass.”
”You know,” I said, “I like Bella.” I craned my neck to give Reid a peck on the jaw, before settling back against his chest.
It was nearly 4am, and I felt strange—I felt like I should’ve been tired.
I wasn’t wired. I didn’t feel especially well-rested. I was just…there.
I unintentionally tested Reid’s sense of self-control for the millionth time, at the end of our most recent s****l encounter of the night. I didn’t register his warning, and he physically lifted me off of his lap just in time.
I genuinely wondered exactly how many times he’d had to do just that.
And somehow, our close call sparked a conversation about baby names. We both knew, too, tha
