Page 117 of Love Me

“My father found you,” he says, brows bunched together.

We eye each other.

“He might have erased your memory. Something never truly added up.”

“But… everything was recorded. Felix brought me to the hospital.”

“Yes, or he brought you to Caleb first.”

An icy shiver runs through me. “Do you think they made me forget? Why would he do that?”

“Who knows, but I am guessing that Grandmother doesn’t know.”

“They pride themselves on trust. What if we can start a war among them? Can you imagine if Grandmother finds out two of her subjects betrayed her like that?”

“That’s a brilliant idea. This Family… I am so over it.”

“Me too.”

The sun is about to set, and I close my eyes, savoring the cocoon of Kaden’s embrace.

When I wake up from a quick nap, I gasp at the beauty of violets and oranges painting the sea. My stomach growls. When I pat around to wake him up, I find the spot empty. For a second, my pulse races, only to see him entering the room and carrying a tray. The delicious aroma of steamed vegetables and cooked meat waft around me.

He puts it on the table and lights the candle. Loving him comes easily. My every heartbeat has him as a driving impulse.

He puts on classical music; it has always fascinated me. There is something haunting about every note. Every key is played to dig into your heart and awaken emotions. You’re trapped, forced to go through everything the composer felt while creating it.

We dig into the meal and when the sky turns dark, he presses play, and a projector displays a movie on the glass.

“Okay, whatever, I don’t want to go back.” I pout, feeling the heaviness of my responsibilities and the risks of going back.

Here, with Kaden, time stands still. It’s a peaceful intimacy filled with cotton dreams. An endless love, lazing around and giving in to our physical desires.

“If you could do anything you wanted, what would it be?” he asks me, and I turn on my belly.

“That’s easy. I would do you.”

His throat vibrates with a sound of satisfaction, and I add in a serious tone, “I would build a real home.” I shrug. “It’s silly, such a simple thing when I could do anything…”

He grazes his knuckles over my cheek. “Simple is so underrated. Whoever said it’s not good enough must have been miserable. Life is complex, and chasing everything until you burn out doesn’t seem like the best goal. Now, a home filled with joy, a family, it may appear simple, but it’s life in its purest form.”

“And you?”

“Building that home with you, helping other businesses succeed, leaving something better behind. Between knocking you up, which, baby, is at the top of my priority list, I could imagine myself doing that.”

“We’re so young.”

He arches a brow. “And being older guarantees what?”

“I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Then we’ll enjoy the process.”

“Sex addict.”

“You know my dick was in hibernation. He has a lot to make up for.”

“Ahh, your poor dick.”

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