Page 100 of Five Days to Be Mine

I ease out of her, wrapping my arm around her waist, pulling her to me.

“Yeah, how good?”

“So good, I forgot everything. Even my own name.”

“Mara,” I emphasize each syllable. “My princess.” I lace my fingers through hers, resting my chin on her shoulder. “We look so good together,” I mumble.

She turns her head to me, as if she could duck the mirror but it shows us just as we are, on a king sized bed with rumpled sheets, our hair standing up everywhere, Mara’s body all plump and rosy, mine still heaving with the effort.

“That was more than a quickie.”

“And we skipped the lunch part.” Not that I care.

“Food might be good.”

“Nothing tastes as good as you.”

She giggles, lightly slaps me. “That’s a little cheesy.”

“I like cheese.”

She’s full out belly laughing and it’s the best sound.

Reluctantly, I get out of bed.

“I could call for something.”

Mara sits up, splendidly naked, and turns to face me. “Are you going to live in this hotel forever?”

“It has its perks.”

I run a hand through my hair, trying out this conversation in my head before I speak the words to her.

Living here was an easy solution, because I didn't have to commit anywhere.

“I’m open to not living in a hotel.”

“I like to garden.” Mara brushes her fingers along mine

“I hate flowers,” I blurt out.

The expression on her face is…okay, it’s comical and I can't help but laugh.

I kiss her forehead. “I mean, I hate the scent of flowers.”

She blinks those pretty blues. “You’re in bed with a florist.”

My chest feels tight. I start to pace, needing to move.

“I know. Your love of flowers is so interesting.”

“I get that not everyone chooses it as a profession, but most people aren’t offended by them.”

I turn my back to her, to gaze out the narrow window.

This woman deserves a home, with wide windows that let in as much light as possible and a huge garden.

“I’m going to give you whatever your heart desires.” My voice breaks on the words.

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