Page 115 of Wild Ever After
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back like my life depends on it.
“You love me?” he asks, out of breath.
“Yes.” My heart beats wildly. “So much. I’m sorry about the stupid reality show, about all of it, really. None of it matters without you. Of course, I love you. How could I not?”
He kisses me again, and it lights up my insides.
No one has ever loved me as well as he does. Losing boyfriends in the past was hard, sad even. But losing him for good would be devastating in a way that terrifies me.
He rests his forehead against mine and nips at my bottom lip. “I love you too.” Another nip. “Wife.”
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I’M LOSING MY TOUCH
DECLAN
I wakeup early Monday morning alone. I sit up and look for any sign of Jade. Stubborn woman is going to give me an ulcer. She refuses to stay off her feet. Yesterday, I only succeeded by giving her multiple orgasms every time she tried to get out of bed.
After pulling on sweats and a T-shirt, I head downstairs.
“Hey,” she says, glancing up from her laptop. Her fingers continue to fly over the keypad. “Coffee is made, and I cooked you an omelet.”
“You should be resting,” I remind her as I kiss her good morning.
“I am.” She points to her right foot propped up on a chair.
“Uh-huh,” I say, not at all convinced. “What are you doing up so early?”
“I haven’t been to bed yet.”
One brow lifts. “No? I seem to remember someone that looked a whole lot like you screaming out my name minutes before I passed out.”
Her face flushes. “You passed out, but I did not.”
“Damn. I’m losing my touch,” I mutter as I walk over to the stove to get my food and a cup of coffee. I take both back to the table and sit across from her. “After breakfast, I’ll have to try again.”
Smiling, Jade looks up and takes a sip from her mug. “You were amazing. You’re always amazing.”
“Mhmm. Obviously not, if you had the energy to stay up all night.”
“I couldn’t sleep. I had a new idea for the article I wrote on our first six months together, and my brain wouldn’t rest until I got it out. I rewrote the entire thing. It’s either the best thing I’ve ever written or I’m delirious from lack of sleep. Can you drive me into the office on your way to the arena?” Her words come fast and bubbly. She’s so amped up.
Yep. Definitely losing my touch.
“You’re going to work today?”
“I know what you’re thinking,” she says.
“You need to rest. Can’t you work from here for a day or two?”
“And I will. I promise. I just need to go in this morning.”
I grind my back teeth. “Yes, I will take you, but the rest of the week, you’re staying home, even if I have to skip practice and hold you down.”
“Ooooh. That sounds promising.” She grins at me playfully.
I’m thankful our game this week is at home or I’d be tempted to sneak her onto the team jet.
