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Harbor
Three months later . . .
My life didn’t begin and end with Lark Summerlin. It froze in time because of her.
Room 156.
Row 14.
Seat 20.
Lark wasn’t the type I usually dated back in high school or college, but she was the girl I fell hopelessly, madly in love with the moment I laid eyes on her. I still remember every detail about her.
Strands of hair loose that had escaped the elastic.
The way her eyes narrowed when she was trying to concentrate.
There was no doubt that she was there to learn.
I never thought I stood a chance after purposely bumping into her. Busy digging in her backpack, she never looked up. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if she had. Would I have done anything differently if we had met under those circumstances?
No.
The past six months have been a blur. Honestly, I can’t tell you a fucking thing we’ve been up to since most of that time was spent in bed. Just how we like it. Sure, we bought season tickets to the Yankees and went to games last summer.
Liz and Lark’s connection appears to be growing stronger each time they see each other. I’m glad they’re rebuilding their relationship. If I had to bet on them, I think they’ll heal most of their wounds. They both want to, they say, so that’s a positive sign.
When it comes to Lark and me, just being upfront, but our lives are pretty much sex, sleep, eat, work, repeat the rest of the time. And neither of us would have it any other way. I can’t imagine my life without her.
And I don’t plan to.Not ever.
That bird saved me that day on the ledge.Lark saved me years later.She didn’t just give me the time of day. She gave me the time of her life and made my life worth living. I’ll never stop thanking her for that opportunity.
It’s been a long day, and the apartment is quiet when I enter. Without the lamp on in the bedroom, the only light is dusk sneaking in through the edges of the curtains. I wish I could see more of my beauty, but I know my eyes will soon adjust. Dealing with ego-driven clients all day is exhausting, but when I see Lark with her hands tucked behind her back and completely naked on the bed, I’m fully energized again. She smirks, knowing exactly what she’s doing.The siren.
Lark’s eyes roam over my body, settling on my dick for a few extra seconds before challenging me when she locks onto my gaze. She asks, “Hardday?”
“Getting harder by the second.” I grab her by the ankles and pull her to me. Hovering over her, I kiss her lips and tease her nipples before stripping my dress shirt and pants from my body. Seems only fair to finish and get fully naked like she is, so I do.
“Do you have dinner plans?” She bites her lower lip.
I rub the inside of her thighs and then drop to my knees, kissing them and spreading her legs apart. I kiss the soft skin and head higher, draping her legs over my shoulders. I run the tip of my nose along the bend of her leg and then inhale, closing my eyes.
She’s intoxicating, but our physical connection will never match the depth of the love I feel for her. I can survive anything knowing she’ll be waiting for me on the other side. She’s wholly captivated my soul, but she’s also squirming for attention, so I reply, “I do. I have plans for you, Dr. Summerlin.”
Dipping down, I make love to her with my mouth and then to her body, staring into those gorgeous green eyes of hers until neither of us can keep them open. Our releases hit hard, and we fall apart in each other’s arms.
Not forty-five minutes later, she moans in pleasure . . . beside me as she takes another bite of the blueberry pancakes we ordered. She reaches for a cup of orange juice and takes a sip as soon as she swallows her food. “I realized today,” she starts, “that I don’t exercise anymore.”
Chuckling, I say, “You get enough at home.”
“And I’m on my feet all day at work.” She takes a breath and leans back against the wall, wrapping one arm over her stomach. After setting the OJ down, she laughs lightly. “This is my love language right here. Feeding me carbs with a big helping of you, babe.”
She’s adorable.
After dragging her food through the syrup at the bottom of the tray, she then eats it. “Why does breakfast in bed make everything taste so much better?”
