Page 37 of Broken Valentine

I adjust my underwear and pick up my jeans from the floor, sliding them back up my legs just in time for the Instant Pot to go off. “I guess I timed that perfectly. How about you try out your new gift while I go check on dinner?”

“I thought I already did.” He snickers, hitting random keys on the piano. “Sounds good. Thank you for my wonderful gift,mi pequeña bailarina.”

“You're welcome, Professor.”

“I'm not your professor anymore so you don't have to call me that.”

“You will always be my teacher. There's way more to learn in life than chemistry.”

“What else could I have possibly taught you?” he asks, staring back at me from his piano bench with arched brows.

I saunter his way, not caring if the Instant Pot beeps again. After sliding into his lap, I put my forehead to his. “You've not only taught me patience and how to trust, but you've taught me how to love. No one else could have done that. My heart had been waiting to open its gates for only you.”

His smile brightens his face, and his eyes melt into mine as he slides the blade of his thumb against my cheek. “And you've taught me what love should look like. Running into you on the worst day of my life was the best thing I ever did.”

As much as I hated seeing Jamie broken and alone that day, I loved seeing him happy and full of love now. I'm grateful to be the one to give him that because he doesn't deserve any less.