Page 115 of Sassy Love
“Humor me.”
“Why?”
“Because nobody gets that look without something significant affecting them. Tell me, Princess,” he rasps.
I can’t deny him. Not when his desperate face is tangled with so much worry.
I run my fingertips over his jawline, ghosting them over his bottom lip. “I want you more than anything before,” I mutter.
His Adam’s apple bobs, and he closes his eyes. “Just promise me one thing.”
The words are so raw, my breath hitches. “Anything.”
“Take your time, make sure you’re certain. ’Cos there’s no coming back from this for me.”
He dots a kiss to my forehead before rising, flipping the copier lid open, and manhandling the machine. The menu mockup presses into my hand before he leaves, closing the door and shutting me in.
Sitting on the floor with ink staining my fingers, my heart pounds against my ribs, protesting its way free. Like if it could leave and follow behind him, it would.
And I don’t know what the hell to do with that.
Not a damn clue.
Chapter 29
LAWSON
After a long day and a long-ass run to try to process everything flying around in my head, I slide the key into my apartment door and let it loose. It’s dark inside. The lamp I always leave on in the corner by the sofa is off. I pull my phone from my pocket and tap the flashlight feature. The small bright light floods the living room.
Everything seems to be in its place. I sweep a hand over the wall. It’s then I notice something on the floor, fluttering in the draft from the open door. I hunt for the light switch again, only to find it taped over.
“What the hell?” I utter. I shine the beam at the taped-up switch. Next to the switch, a pink sticky note is attached to the wall.
Leave me offis scribbled over the note.
I move the light to the floor and scan the closest sticky note.
The smile that stretches my face would look ridiculous if anyone could see it. Luckily for me, the goofy smile that rose with Carlie’s nickname for me is safe from being seen in the dark. I turn back and kick the door closed.
Following the arrows, I track over four more sticky notes before I find one on the wall by my bedroom.
I look down to find an oversized silver candle with three wicks sitting on the small side table by the door. My side tableby the sofa. She must have moved it. Tossing my backpack onto said sofa, I light the candle as instructed. Sulfur infuses the air as all three wicks burn to life.
Replacing the matches, I find another sticky note.
I step inside the darkened bedroom, and when I flip over the small square pink note, it reads...
With a chuckle, I hunt around the doorframe for a button. Finding a round button just below eye level, I press my palm into it.
Fairy lights flicker to life, illuminating my bedroom.
And... the stunning blonde draped over my bed.
How the?
“Hi,” she breathes. Her lips curve into a smile as she lies on my bed, propped up on the pillows on the side of the bed I never use. Like she knows where she belongs.
Her hair is pulled around one side of her neck, cascading down her shoulder. In only black lingerie, she is the most addictive illusion. I can’t take my eyes off her.
