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He spoke to James Landon about me, wishing I’d move to Monaco.
Interesting.
A smile so bright it hurts dances onto my face, and I almost sigh. Every single time I think my love life gets less complicated, Adrian pulls me right back in.
Chapter 30
Adrian
NevaehismovingtoMonaco, and I’m fucking giddy.
I haven’t been able to get her out of my stupid head, especially since I’ve had her pressed against me. I’ve fucked my own hand more times than I should have thinking about Nevaeh grinding against me, but I was trying to make my dick tired so that when I see her today, it doesn’t jump to attention.
I can’t go back to high school where my cock got hard because a pretty girl smiled at me, no matter how beautiful Nevaeh looks when she smiles.
Then again, it’s been a long time since I’ve had sex, and as Nevaeh appears in the pick-up area of the airport, I swear on my life, I’ve never seen a woman look so sweet and sexy at the same time. Her hair is wavy and all over the place, the summer dress she’s wearing hugs her curves in a sinful way, and the look of concentration on her face is breathtaking.
She’sbreathtaking.
My dick seems to agree becauseholy fucking hell, it’s never this easily woken up.
I lean against a nearby pillar, holding the sign I made her over my crotch area, just in case. It reads “Ms. Nevaeh Fuchs.” The hood of my sweatshirt rests on the cap on my head to make sure no one around us will recognize me. I’ve also made sure to be at the very far back, out of everyone’s sight.
Everyone but Nevaeh’s.
Her eyes catch me faster than I expected her to, almost like my very presence calls to her and she would be able to spot me anywhere. Butterflies—fucking butterflies, can you believe it?—appear in my stomach as she starts smiling and running toward me. I straighten out my back, getting ready to catch her. My heart hammers in my chest as she finally flings her arms around my neck. She sighs into my throat, so I hold on tighter, running a comforting hand down her back.
“Shitty flight?” I ask, and she lets out a humorless laugh. Her scent, something sweet and fresh, fills my nose as I place my cheek against her temple. She always smells so good, it’s frustrating.
She’s irresistible in every single way imaginable.
“Shitty day,” she replies while I continue to rub her back. My hands eventually drop to her lower back so I can bring her body flush against mine.
“Did you eat something yet?” I ask, holding on as tightly as I can. She grabs my shirt like she doesn’t want to let go either.
“If airplane lunch counts as food, yes.” Her voice is full of emotion, and when I step back to cup her face and search for an answer, her eyes fill with tears. They spill down her cheeks, so I wipe them away with care. More follow, but I’m patient and wipe those away, too.
“What happened?” My question makes her shift in my hands, but she doesn’t step away. “You don’t have to tell me, but I will listen if you would like to share,” I offer.
Nevaeh takes a deep breath, her hands moving onto my abdomen. Her gaze glues itself to my chest.
“My mother called me selfish for wanting to move here. She took the entire trip to the airport to tell me what a horrible daughter I am because she isn’t ready for me to move out, but I’m leaving her anyway. I know she’s guilt-tripping me, but it doesn’t make it any easier,” she explains, her tears slowing.
When she looks up at me, the pain in her eyes makes a stabbing sensation appear in my chest.
“You’re twenty-one. You have every right to do with your life as you please. She doesn’t have the right to tell you when you’re allowed to move out. You have your own money, dreams, and career. This isyourlife. Not hers. You’re allowed to live it any way you want to live it,” I say, my grip on her face tightening slightly, only enough to make sure she’s really understanding me. Her eyes flutter shut at my touch, and I fight every instinct telling me to lean down and kiss her.
This is definitely not the right moment.
“I still feel horrible,” she admits, opening her eyes again.
“I know, but I have a solution for you,” I say, grabbing her chin between my thumb and index finger. Her eyes are full of hope. “Spend the day with me. I’m incredible. I’ll cheer you up in no time.” She bursts into laughter, never breaking eye contact with me, and my heart almost flies out of my chest and straight into hers.
Have you ever had someone laugh and look straight at you? When pure joy filters through their eyes and they direct it all at you? When the whole world disappears and all that’s left are you and the person you’re with? Because that’s exactly what Nevaeh is doing right now, and it’s the most wonderful thing I’ve ever witnessed.
“I can’t think of anything better than spending my day with you,” she says, so I wrap her up in another hug, pressing my lips to her forehead without thinking.
“I’m going to take you to get some proper food,” I say to stop myself from overthinking what I just did. I lean back, tugging a strand of hair behind her ear. “Does that sound good?” I ask, and she beams up at me.
