Page 113 of Heartless
Thatfrown was murderous.Silas’s expression was a close twin.
“Amen,” Camila muttered.
My stomach flipped a little.They were in my corner.My heart curled up in the warmth of that knowledge for a few seconds.Then, I sat up.I had some packing to do.
I tugged Camila’s hand.“Will you help me pack?And maybe we can call Bianca?”
Finally smiling, she nodded.
“The movers will do it,” Jake said.
“I’d like to pack my own things this time.”
Jake’s gaze softened and heated at the same time in a way I felt in my heart and between my legs.“Okay, baby.”
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Standing amidst theboxes in the living room of my quarters, I scanned the sunlit space.
Huh.It’d taken less than three hours to pack my whole life.Camila made the whole process fun though.We’d called Bianca who’d promised to return to help me move in.
When Jake and Silas entered, I threw my hands toward the boxes.“Voila!”
Jake scanned the room.“Well done.”
“Good job, you two,” Sile added with a wink.
Jake got close, curled his hand around the side of my neck before placing a soft peck on my lips.I tilted my chin down to hide my shiver.We needed to have a conversation about this because that was a lot of kissing.Intoxicating kisses.But still.
Camila set her hands on her hips.“My work here is done.There’s tiramisu in the fridge, but I can’t stay for lunch.”She turned to Jake.“You’re on your own for dinner.”
“Thanks Cam, I’ll grill some steaks.”
Jake grilled?After a quick kiss on her cheek, I said, “Thank you, Camila.”
While she strutted toward the door, I smiled at Silas.Tiramisu was one of his favorite desserts, too.“More tiramisu for us.”
Brushing past Jake, he gave me his usual bear hug and kiss on the head.Then he slanted back.“I’m not staying, sweetie.”
Oh no.With my arms still around his waist, I watched his handsome face.It was selfish, but I wanted a last lunch with him.
“Please, stay.It’s my last lunch here, and watching ‘American Horror Stories’ with you was one of my first good memories.”I grinned.“And there’s tiramisu.”
“If you’re gonna twist my arm, sweetie.”
Laughing, I teased back.“Not me.Tiramisu.”I turned to Jake.“I’m going to set the table.Do you want to eat in the kitchen or on the terrace?”
“Wherever you want, baby.”
“The kitchen.”
Jake’s lips twitched.“Bugs?”
Giggling, I nodded.
