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My beautiful Lucy Moor.

Lu baby.

Lu.

The girl of my dreams. In sweatpants, stretched-out sweaters, in my boxers, though I’m yet to make her wear them as I play with her. And of course, she’s mesmerizing when she’s all dolled up in her minidresses and impossibly high stilettos, everyone’s eyes always on her.

Konstantin, who always said to Eva, “Cover up that body. I don’t want anyone to look at what’s mine,” wouldn’t approve. But he’s fictional and he’s wrong.

Lu is mine, and she doesn’t look at any other man but me.

I want to flaunt her, boast about her. I want the whole world to admire my Lu. She’s a star, and not one that reflects others’ light. Her own light can illuminate the whole universe. She wrote once that power is contagious. Next to her, I feel like I can conquer the world and lay it at her feet.

Lu baby, you are a marvel, and I’ll love you till the end of my days, I want to tell her, but she knows that, and I’ll make sure she never forgets.

I still don’t know what went wrong in the universe that said, “Let this guy have the most amazing girl in the world.”

Her bare feet rub against my shins, and I can’t stop looking at them. I might be that five percent who develop a foot fetish.

“What’s the third question?” she asks, her fingers playing with the hair on the back of my head.

“Chapter twenty ofBeautiful Vice.”

“Oh.” She’s flustered. “I don’t remember.”

“Fibber.”

“That’s… the bathtub scene?”

“Yeah, the bathtub. I thought you don’t remember.”

She hides her face in my neck, then pulls away, scarlet up to the tips of her ears.

Holy hell, how is my Lu shyer than me?

“Should I install a detachable shower head?” I tease her.

“Stop,” she whispers, shaking her head.

“You are blushing, Lu baby.” I chuckle. “No, no, no, you are the color of Santa Clause’s robe.”

I duck my head, trying to catch her gaze, but she bats me off, huffing.

“And pineapples, Lu. You need to write a scene with actual pineapples. We can reenact it for credibility. Pineapples down there—”

“Jace!” she shouts and covers my mouth with her palm that I lick, making her laugh and wiggle on my lap, which makes me hard again.

I finally catch her mouth with mine in a gentle kiss and wrap my arms around her tighter.

“I want to learn every inch of you, Lu. So that you never want anyone else’s hands on you but mine.”

“I won’t.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” she whispers. “I love you, Jace. You are the best thing that ever happened to me.”

My heart can’t handle all this cuteness the universe is pouring on me.

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