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“I told you I would be.” I wrap my arm around her waist and crush my mouth against hers, kissing her like I’ve dreamed of doing since she left Lake Wisteria four days ago.
It quickly turns punishing as I take my frustration and worries out on her lips, sucking and biting them until she hisses.
I pull away and rest my forehead against hers. “I missed you.”
“It hasn’t been a week since I last saw you.”
“Four days too long.”
“You’re needy.”
“Tell me about it.”
She yawns. “When you said you were coming in the morning, I assumed you meant later.”
“I thought we could spend the day together.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Whatever you want.”
“Breakfast for sure.”
“Yes, please.” My stomach grumbles on cue.
“Pedicures?”
I make a face. “Sure?”
She clasps her hands together. “Shopping?”
“I expected as much.”
The pure happiness radiating off her makes today’s early wake-up call worth it.
She grabs my hand and pulls me inside before shutting the door behind me. “Give me a few minutes to get dressed. Feel free to snoop around.”
I plan on taking her up on the opportunity, but a sealed box beside the door stops me.
“I’ve been meaning to send his stuff back.”
“You got his address wrong. Hell’s zip code is 666.”
She wraps her arms around my waist. “I feel better already about everything, and you’ve only been here for two minutes.”
“Am I going to find anything else of Oliver’s around here?”
“No. This has always been my place, though he hated the idea of us living separately.”
“Remind me to thank your mother for pushing against you living with someone before marriage.”
“I have a feeling you’ll regret that statement one day.”
“What—”
A phone ringing snags her attention, and she takes off up the stairs, leaving me alone. The warm color palette, hardwood floors, and mix of furniture and textures match Dahlia’s style perfectly, although the cardboard moving boxes in every room seem out of place.
Natural light pours through the windows, highlighting the picture frames hung in a neat row. Each holds a different sketch.
