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Soon, it’s time for him to go back to work. I focus on my computer again, losing myself in the monotonous lines of code, thinking about breakfast tomorrow… and the future, our future. After all, this is over.
Is it too soon to be dreaming about wedding bells and a happy family and a time in which all these stresses seem extremely far away?
Chapter Twenty-Two
Luke
“Waking up next to you feels like a dream,” I say, looking down at Sera as she opens her eyes. The smile that spreads across her face is magnetic, like she’s pushing aside her fear and trauma and existing solely in the moment.
We’ve got more time, but we’re still enjoying every second like we did in Vegas… as if it could run out.
She sits up, kissing me. It starts as a soft, tentative kiss that soon becomes hungry. I slide my hand up her leg, toward her center, but then I stop. It takes everything I have not to press my hand against her, to feel how wet she gets for me, to feel her body shift and shiver.
“We’ve got breakfast,” she says in a low and husky voice.
“Yeah,” I reply with a nod as I watch her lips, entranced. “But trust me, there’s something else I’d rather be doing…”
She tsks and leans away. “You don’t expect me to miss out on all the embarrassing stories from when you were a kid? Because there’s no way that’s happening.”
I laugh. Together, we climb out of bed and get ready for the day. Brushing our teeth as we stand side by side at the sink feels oddly meaningful. She grins at me in the reflection, her mouth full of toothpaste, and I laugh again. I think she knows what I’m thinking without me needing to say it… so much formebeing the mind reader.
“We should probably shower separately,” she says after.
I smirk. “Good idea.”
She bites her lip. “Unless…”
I move toward her, and she giggles and shuts the en-suite door in my face.
“Your book master is going to make you pay for that,” I groan, my manhood throbbing.
Soon, we’re dressed and riding the elevator down to the parking garage. I wrap my arm around her hip and hug her to my body.
“I’m proud of you,” I tell her. “You’re a trooper. And you look especially beautiful today.”
“Do you like it? I thought I’d make an effort.”
She’s let her hair down, and she’s wearing an elegant pink shirt with black pants.
“You look intelligent and attractive.”
“Thanks,” she murmurs.
Before getting into the car, I get a text from my assistant.
Andy: Hey, boss. Are you coming into the office early today?
Luke: No, why?
Praying there isn’t another fuck-up. I set my alarm early just to make this breakfast.
Andy: You’re online on the work app, that’s all. I was just wondering if you wanted me to get anything ready.
Luke: I’m heading out for an early breakfast.
Andy Breakfast? Anywhere nice?
Luke: La Razón. Want me to pick you up anything?