“Promise?” Her eyes crease with the smile that lights her face.
“No matter where you go, I’ll find you. And not just because I have a tracker on your phone.”
“I knew it.” She laughs and hits my chest. “But thank you.”
I grab her hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “I’m not nearly good enough for you, but I promise I’ll never stop trying.”
She shakes her head. “Clearly, I’m not perfect. I never wanted you to be either. I just wanted you.”
“Good, because that’s about all I can guarantee. I’m still overprotective and live on the line between good and bad. But my heart belongs to you. No heist could ever get it back.”
Her lips twitch. “Maybe you just stink at your job.”
“Maybe I just like it better in your hands.”
“Maybe I love you.” She arches up on her toes.
“Maybe?” I scoff. “When I was dangling off the edge of the building, I didn’t hear any uncertainty.”
“It’s called selective hearing.”
“Oh, is that what that is? Like when I was stranded outside on the balcony in a blizzard, you couldn’t hear the sound of my voice?”
Her lips curl. “Not a word.”
“We’ll have to work on that.” I brush my lips over hers.
“Every day,” she whispers.
“Sounds like an adventure.”
“I hope it is.”
I kiss her at the top of the world. And while I kiss her, I dream about tomorrow and the next day and the next. All filled with her. With us. Wherever she is, for as long as she lives.
Maya’s phone buzzes, and she pulls away even as I try to pull her back. “It’s Bella,” she says, quickly answering the call. “Hello?”
Her brows furrow as she listens to the little girl, but I’ve waited too long to kiss her; I’m not going to stop now. I drag my lips down her neck as she speaks.
“T-that’s okay. You d-don—”
I grin at her struggle and double down on my efforts, pressing a kiss to her jaw, then centimeters from her lips.
“Huh? Yes, he’s here… somewhere.”
I slip my hands around her waist, tickling her smooth skin.
“Both of us?”
I kiss the corner of her lips, angling her head up to me.
“Thank you. M-merry Christmas, Bella.”
She hangs up, and I reach for her lips, but she puts her phone in the way. “Bella got us a Christmas present.”
I pull back. “She did?”
“Yes.” She lowers her phone, and her lips twitch as she fights a smile. “Tickets.”
