Page 133 of Electric Kiss

“Bye everyone, see you in two weeks,” she said and waved.

Everyone called to offer well wishes and congratulations on the honeymoon, and then Luke swept her up into his arms. He strode across the lawns of Edward Hall and led her through the hidden gap in the trees, walking behind all their cottages.

“I had the best day, Luke. Thank you for whatever part you played, even though I thought you had no say at all.”

Luke chuckled and looked down at her upturned face. He gave her a quick peck on the forehead and then looked straight ahead to their cottage.

“Our home is right in the middle of everyone,” Freya commented.

“Yeah, it is. I never thought coming back here would make me the happiest man alive, but it has.”

Once they reached the back door, Luke put Freya on her feet, kissed her long and deep until she melted into his arms. Then he took his keys out of his pocket and let them into their home. All the lights were off and he led her in the dark, through the kitchen, then through to the hall and then to the stairs. Luke swept her up into his arms against and ascended the stairs while she kissed his neck and loosened his tie.

“Later, Peaches,” he murmured.

He took them to the end of the hall and nudged the already open door with his shoulder. He took three strides into the room and put her on her feet.

“Stay there,” he commanded.

“Why are we in the spare room full of boxes?” she asked, laughing as she stood watching Luke go back to the door.

When he flipped the switch on, she had to shield her eyes for a moment and then she blinked at what she saw. There were her two wardrobes from her old house. The furniture from her spare room. She was so familiar with them and what they used to contain she gasped. She gasped because she caught sight of the world map on the wall. She had wrapped up the same world map in an old sheet to protect it from the pins falling out when it was moved. Now it held a prominent position on the wall. She knew what was in one wardrobe and set of drawers but not the other wardrobe.

Freya walked over to the wardrobe and pulled the doors open. All her boxes were in there from Luke’s travels all over the world. She then pulled open drawers and found his letters arranged, exactly like she’d had them. When Freya had moved into Sabrina Lodge with Luke, she hadn’t unpacked. She’d felt a little embarrassed that she’d gone to so much effort to colour code everything only for him to find it by accident. When she got caught, she felt like a stalker.

“I fixed this up over the last few days when you were staying at Edward Hall not touching me,” Luke said in a low voice directly behind her.

She felt the goosebumps ripple over her skin at his words.

She wanted to touch him right then, take her time, reacquaint her fingers with every inch of his body. They hadn’t had sex in a week, at her decree, and she was wet with the knowledge Luke would be inside her very soon.

“It’s exactly as I had it. What’s in the other wardrobe?” Freya asked, still staring at the map.

“Open it,” he said nodding to the piece of furniture.

Freya side stepped until she was in front of the wardrobe and opened the doors. She pulled open drawers, but they were empty. All of them.

“Turn around, Peaches,” he said into her ear.

For a split second she didn’t want to. What was he going to do that he hadn’t already? It was like she was meeting a new person. He was the same Luke as yesterday but now he was a Turner. Heir to the Turner fortune in his own right. She’d married a Turner. Her heart beat hard in her chest. She turned and lifted her chin, gradually meeting his gaze. She’d never seen his gaze so intense. She felt it between her legs first and then she felt her flush ripple over her skin.

“Left or right?” he asked.

Frowning, Freya stared at Luke.

“What?”

Luke jiggled his shoulders indicating he was holding his hands behind his back.

“Let hand or right hand?”

Freya laughed.

“Left,” she said, grinning at him.

She watched as Luke dipped his chin, brought he left hand around and then opened his palm. In the centre was a florin.

“Oh my God!”

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