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“But you still love me, right?” I try to lighten the mood, and he caresses my cheek.
“You’re my life. I not only love you. I adore you.” I scramble onto my knees, and he wraps his hands around my waist.
“It won’t happen again.”
He grabs me, and I cross my legs around his torso. He places a lingering kiss on my lips, and the tense atmosphere diffuses as Damien pecks the tip of my nose, and I giggle.
We eat, and he talks about his housekeeper, Stephanie, who comes three times a week to clean and cook, while I tell him about my plans to decorate. It doesn’t take long to finish our breakfast.
I eye his beard, threading my fingers through the scruff. I want to shave it. I just need to get him on board with my idea.
“I have an idea,” I say, sweetness rolling down my tongue.
“What are you thinking, baby?” he asks, alarm sounding in his tone.
I stifle a smile. “I don’t think I’ll like what you’re going to suggest.”
I barely hold myself together as Damien watches me. Caution transforms his features, and I say through bursts of laughter, “You didn’t even let me say it.”
“Because whenever your voice turns this sweet, something I won’t like comes out.” I pout, and he sighs, dragging a hand down his face.
“Say it first, then we’ll see.”
“I want to shave you.”
I should have warned him first or waited until after drinking his orange juice, but I didn’t expect him to choke. His face turns a shade of purple, and I pat him on his back. When he composes himself, he says, “Are you trying to kill me before the wedding?”
I prop my hands on my waist, rolling my eyes at him.
“Don’t be ridiculous. You’ll live a long, happy life. I’ll make sure you get your gray hair, Mr. du Sky.” He arches an eyebrow at me and cocks his head to the side.
“Do you remember what happened after a similar conversation? I ended up bleeding, in pain, and almost bald because you wanted to trim it just a little.” He parts his thumb and index finger to an almost inch to emphasize his words.
“I was younger then,” I huff my answer. He narrows his eyes at me, crossing his hands over his chest.
“You’ve practiced since?”
“I’ve grown wiser.”
“Baby . . .”
“Damien.” He nods, even if his face scrunches up in a panic.
An hour later, Damien’s face is smooth, but we run out of adhesive bandages. My time experimenting on him is officially over.
This is just another reason I love him. That although knowing the outcome, he still lets me have my way.
I kiss him while he smiles against my skin. I am so grateful for this second chance at life, at love.
Chapter Six
BRIA
After surviving the shaving experiment, his words because I definitely knew what I was doing, Damien and I lie on the couch in the living room. I kiss all the minor cuts on his chin while his lips find the curve of my neck when the intercom rings. I startle and almost drop off the couch, but Damien’s arms shoot out, catching me in time.
I frown at the door, and he drags a hand down his face.
“I am not expecting anyone. I’m not answering it.”
