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“No, princess. Tonight I’m the one taking care of you. Spread your legs for me,” he says, his deep voice teasing me as he shifts down, wrapping his hands around my thighs to push them open and lowering his face between my legs.
Chapter 21 - Luka
Morning light spills warmly over my face, and I pull Rose closer, snuggling beneath the blankets, not wanting to wake up yet.
“I’m going to make coffee,” she says softly, surprising me because I thought she was still sleeping.
“No, stay here a bit longer,” I grumble, my voice deep from sleep.
“Mm. No,” she replies, shifting out from beneath my embrace. I groan again, louder this time, rolling onto my back.
I squint at her, wondering why she’s so eager to get up when we have nowhere we need to be.
Rose’s eyes catch mine, and she smiles, but it’s a stiff smile, not her usual, genuine, eye-glittering grin.
“You okay?” I ask, sitting up, leaning on my elbows.
“Mmhmm.” She nods, slipping a robe over her shoulders and tying the cord in front.
“Did you sleep okay?”
“Yep.”
Why are her answers clipped and short? Lily is a terrible morning person, but Rose is different. She’s bright and happy most mornings.
I sit up more.
“Rose, is something bothering you?” I ask, getting worried.
“Don’t be silly.” She waves her hand vaguely in the air, attempting to dismiss my concern. “It’s still early. Go back to sleep till I bring the coffee.”
I can read her face. She’s holding something back. Something that’s bothering her.
“If something happened last night—if I did something…” My brows knot together as I try to figure out what it might have been.
“No,” she insists. “Last night was fun. It was fun.” She nods as though she’s trying to convince herself.
Fun?
I thought it was so much more than just fun.
“Okay,” I say, confused.
She hurries from the room, not letting me in on what’s actually going on.
I can’t lie in bed with a knot in my stomach, so I get up and scratch around for my jeans and a T-shirt.
Yesterday was the best day of my life.
It was the perfect example of the future I am determined to have. My family. My beautiful daughter and the woman I love, laughing and sharing the most valuable asset we have—time.
Down in the kitchen, Lily plods in barefoot, rubbing her eyes.
“Good morning, little monster.” I lift her into my arms and cradle her sleepy little face against my shoulder.
She closes her eyes and lets out a tragic sigh.
“Is life difficult in the morning?” I tease her.
