Page 71 of My Ex's Best Friend

I hold up a hand. "I just don’t want any drama from him.”

"You don't have to worry about him or see his face ever again."

I reluctantly curl back into his arms. I feel like we need to talk more about this. Even involving HR means how serious Jake is about us.

It's not a summer fling I can just forget about once we go home. It's Jake.

And the scary thing is, I think I’m just as serious about this as he is.

18

JAKE

Two months later

Kiera leans over the table. "You have something on your face."

Before I can react, she swipes a finger over the corner of my mouth and licks it while keeping her gaze on me.

I harden, which is especially inconvenient since we're at the office.

I frown at her. "You're distracting me."

She bats her eyes at me. "Oh, am I?"

"Yeah," I take my shoe off and reach under the table to swipe my toe over her leg. I can see her visibly shiver.

"Now who's distracting whom?"

I smirk at her.

"Come on, we need to hurry up," she says. "The final blueprints for the museum project are due next week."

"I know." I prop an elbow on the table to look at her.

She rolls her eyes at me.

The last couple of months have been nothing short of a dream. Things are great at work, and we're making more progress with the museum project than I initially estimated. I got the board off my back for good.

Kiera is excellent. She took over the project entirely and allows me to focus on my most demanding clients. It has been a seamless experience.

And we don't let that spill over into our private time. Kiera has all but moved into my place.

I haven't had the courage to ask her to move in with me officially, but I hope to very soon. Like she wanted, I haven’t told anybody in my life we’re together, not my friends or family, but all I want to do is shout about my love from the rooftops.

My heart lurches in my throat.

I love her.

I don’t think I ever stopped loving her. Even though we haven’t said the words yet to each other—again, I don’t want to freak her out—deep down, I know.

The door opens, and Bea peeks in with her eyes closed. "Is it okay to come in?"

"You don't have to keep your eyes closed every time you come in, you know?" Kiera says.

Bea winces. "Yeah, tell that to my previous manager."

"Yikes," I say. "But yeah, Bea, you can come in. We're proper." I retract my feet from Kiera, and I immediately miss feeling her. I have this constant need to keep touching her.

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