Page 9 of Love Me Forever

I lay her down on my bed, only moving her to pull the comforter and sheets back. She barely makes a noise once she’s settled. I go back out to the living room and turn the lights off and make sure everything is locked up. When I get back into the bedroom, I see she’s snuggled into my pillow. Seeing her lying in my bed, she looks at home and peaceful. I get into bed and move the pillow so she’s now snuggled into my side. I lay on my back with her body molded into mine and I slowly drift off to sleep with the same goofy smile on my face that I had last night.

Chapter Ten

Amelia

I feel like I’m in a dream, I’m nice and warm and there’s a heartbeat under my ear. I burrow deeper into the warmth, when I feel a slow rumble beneath where my head is laying. My eyes pop open instantly, I look around and realize I’m in Damien’s bed. I have to be the worst date ever. I fell asleep on him and he somehow managed to get me into his bed without me even knowing it.

“Mornin’, Gorgeous,” he says, his voice smooth and deep from sleep. I look up into his eyes and see they’re still sleepy and slowly opening up.

“Good morning. I guess I passed out on you, huh?”

“Yea, you must have needed it though. You ready to get up? I have to get to office and I know the shop is open today.”

“Yes, this is one of my busiest times of year, the weeks leading up to Valentine’s Day are always crazy hectic.”

“Then I’m glad I got my flowers ordered well in advance. Do you have help?”

“I have a couple of college students that come in and help on the weekends, but other than that I won’t have help until it’s the week of Valentine’s Day.” I respond, already thinking of all the duties I have to get scheduled this week, with Valentine’s only a little over a month away. I have got to hustle and get my rear in gear.

“Guess I need to schedule another date with you before you get too busy,” he rasps out.

“You want another date with me?” I point to myself as I’m leaning up on one arm so I’m above him and staring into his eyes. “I’m pretty sure I can go down as the worst date ever, I slept through most of it.”

“Amelia, you’re not the worst date. Fuck, I loved having you in my arms. I want it like that again.”

“But…we didn’t even do anything,” I question aloud.

“And? I’m not in this just for sex, I want more than that. I thought you did too?” Damien is looking flummoxed.

“I do, I swear I do, but most men they only want one thing and well, Damien, you’re hot and probably one of the most desirable men I’ve ever met.” I stutter out.

“I’m not that man, Amelia. I’ll prove it to you each and every fucking day until we are on solid ground.”

“Okay,” I say to him and slowly get up from the bed.

“I promise you Amelia, I’m in this for the long haul,” he says as he comes up behind me, holding me tightly. My back to his front, my head slowly sinks back into him and he turns me towards him and kisses me soundly.

“Damien,” I squeak out after we both part from a sensual and soft kiss.

“Now, let me get ready and I’ll take you home.”

He’s on his way into the bathroom and I meander my way to the kitchen, desperately searching for coffee. I know I saw a coffee pot on the counter last night. I find the coffee grounds, cream, and sugar. In a matter of moments, I’m smelling the aroma of coffee. I’m not a coffee snob, but I desperately need coffee daily or the world will feel my wrath and that’s something Damien doesn’t need to see this early in the game.

When the coffee is done, I make my coffee sweet and blonde. I’m just finishing taking my first sip and moaning out loud from the taste of it when Damien comes out of the hallway. He’s dressed in another impeccable suit. I can only describe him as drop-dead gorgeous. He may call me gorgeous, but he’s a work of art. His hair is tousled from his shower, he’s smiling as he looks at me. I’m a mess with bedhead, in my now wrinkled top, but he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Uh. Hi.”

“You make enough for another cup?” He questions.

“Of course, I made a whole pot. Coffee is the most amazing thing in the world.” I sigh.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he says as he comes around into the kitchen and making his coffee. I watch as he only adds in creamer, no sugar. I make a mental note of that for future reference.

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