Page 2 of The Edge Of Us

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As we drive home in his sleek black car, I gaze out at the city that made me who I am today. Allen's hand rests on my thigh, a silent but comforting touch.

"Proud of yourself?" he asks.

I glance at him, a smile playing on my lips. "Yeah. I really am."

He squeezes my leg gently. "Good. Because I'm proud of you too."

As we pull up to our mansion, I step out, removing my heels with a sigh of relief. Allen chuckles, scooping me up in his arms. "Come on, supermodel, let's get you to bed."

I giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carries me inside.

Life is perfect.

Or at least, that's what I believe... for now.

Chapter 2

Corine's POV

It has been almost eight months since I got married, and today feels like a good day.

I wake up to the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through the sheer curtains of our penthouse bedroom. The sheets beside me are still warm, and I know Allen must have just gotten out of bed. I stretch lazily before rolling over, catching the scent of his cologne lingering in the air.

The sound of movement from the kitchen tells me he's still home. A small smile tugs at my lips as I slip out of bed, pulling on one of Allen's button-down shirts over my silk nightgown. The fabric is crisp against my skin, smelling faintly of him.

I find him at the stove, flipping pancakes with one hand while sipping coffee with the other. He looks effortlessly handsome in his loose-fitting gray sweatpants and a fitted black T-shirt. His blonde hair is slightly tousled from sleep, and for a moment, I just stand there, watching him.

"Didn't know you could cook," I tease, leaning against the doorframe.

Allen turns and grins. "I have hidden talents." He gestures toward the plate of golden pancakes stacked high on the counter. "Come, sit. I made breakfast."

I pad barefoot across the marble floor and take a seat at the island, my stomach rumbling at the sight of the food. Allenslides a plate in front of me and presses a quick kiss to my forehead before sitting beside me.

I drizzle syrup over my pancakes, stealing a glance at him as he eats. We don't always get mornings like this. He's usually rushing off to work, and I'm either buried in projects for my beauty and clothing brand or preparing for my next campaign. But today, we have a rare moment of quiet together.

"This feels nice," I say softly, cutting into my pancake.

Allen nods, reaching for my hand. "It does. We should do this more often."

A comfortable silence settles between us as we eat, and for a while, everything feels perfect. Like the world outside doesn't exist, and it's just the two of us in our own little bubble.

After breakfast, I gather the dishes and begin rinsing them in the sink. Allen comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder.

"Leave them. I'll get them later."

I smile but shake my head. "I don't mind."

He presses a kiss to the side of my neck before stepping back. "I have to head to the office soon. You have plans today?"

I nod, wiping my hands on a towel. "Yeah, I was thinking of filming a 'Get Ready With Me' video before heading out for some shopping."

Allen smirks. "Of course. Retail therapy."

I roll my eyes playfully and push him toward the bedroom so he can get dressed. Once he's gone, I set up my phone in front of my vanity, adjusting the lighting before pressing record.

"Hey, loves," I greet my followers, flashing a smile. "It's been a while since I did one of these, so let's get ready together!"

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