Page 134 of Electric Kiss

Luke chuckled.

“Is that the florin from the cave?”

“Yeah. Wanna know what’s in my right hand?”

“Absolutely,” Freya said grinning. “Oh, hang on. Did you dive for this florin?”

“Not quite. I used a sand grabber to get to the sand.”

“That’s so cool. Okay, what’s in your right hand?”

Luke brought his right hand around and a showed her a pair of shoes.

“Luke,” she murmured. “Do you know what these are?”

“Beyond shoes, no. Erica said you’d like them and I really need you to change out of what you’re wearing and put these on. We’re bringing those fuck-me high heels with us and I can promise you those will be the only thing you’ll be wearing later.”

“I thought we were staying here?”

“Nope. Another surprise, my darling. Hold up your right hand.”

Freya did so immediately. She cradled the ridiculously expensive shoes in one arm while, to her astonishment Luke slipped on the ring she’d lost in the cave the day she nearly drowned and they went from friends to lovers.

“Please tell me you didn’t risk your life for this?” she whispered.

“I didn’t,” he whispered back. “I used a grabber to haul up all the florins and among them was the ring. It’s yours.”

“This is insane,” she said.

Looking up at his face she grinned.

“I know, right? Everything I did today was paid for by those florins. Finders keepers, Archer, Jason and Daisy said. So if there is more treasure to be found, it’s whoever finds it first, gets to keep it. Which means I can afford to keep you in sexy, kick ass shoes that make your legs look fucking fantastic in pencil skirts.”

“Really?” Freya squealed thinking of converting one of the rooms into a walk-in closet just for shoes.

“Yeah, but that won’t be a for a while if I get you pregnant. Anyway, we can talk about how each of those florins is worth a grand each later, in bed, when you’re naked.”

“A grand each? I saw hundreds sink into the sand.”

“Peaches. Shoes,” he said stabbing the sole with his finger.

Freya bent down but couldn’t get far with the fitted bodice. She whimpered and tried again. Then warm hands found her ankles and then the ankle strap. All Freya could see was the top of Luke’s head while he was on his knees taking her shoes off. When she’d stepped out, he looked up at her with the stupidest of grins that made him look adorable. He nodded to the shoes cradled in her arm and she handed them down so he could help her into them under her skirts of frothiness.

“I could get used to this,” she murmured while pushing her fingers through his hair.

When he stood he took her into his arms, pressed his lips to hers, then pulled back an inch.

“Good.”

She stepped to the side and then caught a glimpse of the other wall. On it were pins and threads. They were attached to a map she did not buy or bring from her house.

“What’s that?” she asked.

Luke looked over his shoulder.

“This is our honeymoon route,” he said.

Luke chuckled as she shoved him aside to walk towards the wall on the other side of the spare room which took ten paces. She looked on in awe at the perfectly placed pins sticking straight out from the map like they’d been measured at the perfect angle. All the pins were pale purple, and the string was brilliant white. As she counted the countries and the route, there was no way they’d make all those places in two weeks.

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