Sleet Princess (Sleet #4)

Princess: Landed. Going to sleep the second I get home.

Luke: Did you drive?

Luke: If you’re too tired, take an Uber and get your car tomorrow.

Luke: Or call me, and I can keep you awake on your drive home.

Luke: Call me on your drive home.

Princess: Omg, Mom, give me a moment to collect my luggage.

Luke: Morning, Green Eyes.

Luke: I didn’t forget about that little detail you mentioned when we were leaving that party. And by party, I mean our wedding ceremony. And by detail, I mean the fact that you said you were moving up here this week.

Princess: I mean this with all my heart.

Princess: Go back to bed.

Luke: Can’t. Already at the gym.

Princess: Bless you and your muscles. But my squishy ass is still in bed.

Luke: Mmm… that ass.

Luke: You could come watch me.

Princess: Watch you… at the gym?

Luke: Yeah. See how the muscles are made.

Princess: Can I bring a coffee with me?

Luke: Don’t see why not?

Princess: Are there other hot guys working out there?

Luke: Now why would you need to know that?

Princess: I like to be well informed.

Luke: Just for that, I’m leaving my shirt on while you watch me.

Princess: Don’t want to make the other guys jealous over you being the hottest. I get it.

Luke: Aww, Princess. You know how to spoil a man.

Princess: As tempting as this all sounds, I’ll need photos of the benches so I can see if they look comfortable enough to lie on.

Luke: I’ll have a lounge chair brought in.

Princess: I don’t think they’ll like that.

Luke: I bet I could get Beth to write me a note saying I needed it, then the owner would have to let me.

Princess: Who the fuck is Beth?

Luke: Just some girl.