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Coming together, I fall next to her. “Morning, princess.”
Her pleased look is my new daily check.
“Can we stay here forever?”
My phone rings from somewhere on the floor, but I ignore it.
I lean in to kiss her when the ringing starts again. With a huff, I answer, “Can’t talk right now, Mom. Bye.”
“That was rude,” Abigail says, caressing my jaw once I am beside her.
“I’ll call her afterward. Promise.”
She takes the roses scattered around the floor, inhaling softly. I’d steal all the world’s roses for her and lay them at her feet. Yeah, I’d become a thief for her just to see that joy sparkling in those eyes that own every beat and every thought of mine.
I dig the contents out of the bag and offer her a smoothie and a bagel.
A heavy silence follows, a stark reminder this is not our reality.
She sighs. “I should go.”
“Not yet.”
She gives in, and it feels like a win I’m enjoying to the fullest.
I curl my hand in her hair, yanking her head back. My eyes locked on hers, her blue orbits darken with a sheer need that will definitely consume me.
“You’re mine, only mine. Say it.”
She closes her eyes and puts her palms on my chest. “Dane, let us live in this moment, but please don’t ask more of me when I gave you more than I should.”
“Is this about him?”
I can’t even bring myself to say his name without rage infecting my blood.
“Not only. But what we have is just mine, okay? This has nothing to do with my relationship with Kaden.”
“That there is a relationship while you’re naked in my arms makes me murderous.”
All the anger and frustration disappear when she kisses me, making me forget everything else.
“I’ll pick you up tonight,” I say over my shoulder as she changes.
“On a date?” Excitement laces her tone.
“Date? I’ll take you to every date you want when you’re going to be my girlfriend, but I guess you want to be my fuck buddy instead.”
“You’re never going to let this go, are you?”
“Would you?”
She has the decency to look away.
After she takes a few sips of her smoothie, she pushes aside the bagel.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
“I’m not much of a breakfast eater,” she says, shrugging.