Page 52 of Taming Dahlia


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“Really?” he asked.

I hummed, making my way over to the kitchen with a pile of dirty dishes in my hands. “Last year was nice enough, I guess. My friend took me out for drinks to celebrate, but let’s just say that I regretted a lot of things the morning after.”

I wasn’t definitely wasn’t a good drunk.

Thinking about the difference between this year’s birthday and last year’s made me snort out loud.

King gave me a quizzical look, but I dismissed it by shaking my head.

“It’s nothing. Umm… I’ll wash, you dry?” I told him and he grabbed a kitchen towel.

“Sure.”

The sound of running water quickly filled the kitchen as we began washing the dishes. Out of nowhere, a sudden question popped into my head.

“King?”

He made a questioning sound. “Hm?”

“When is your birthday?” I asked him.

“Why do you want to know?”

The hint of suspiciousness in his voice made me laugh.

“I just do.” I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. “Why? Is it top secret? Are you embarrassed about how old you are?”

Shaking his head, King chuckled quietly to himself. “Why? Do I look that old?”

Of course he didn’t, and he knew it.

“Stop stalling and tell me.” I splashed some of the dishwater at him, and he jumped away as if I had just pulled a gun on him.

I laughed at the indignant expression on his face and raised my hand threateningly in his direction again. “I’ll do it again if you don’t tell me.”

“Ludovica…” he warned, and I splashed him for the second time. He retaliated by grabbing my hands in his, and when I tried to break free from his grip, he deftly maneuvered me until I was pressed up against the counter.

“You are so…” he began to say.

I raised my chin at him. “I’m so what?”

His gaze traveled across my face, lingering on my lips.

“So…” He moved closer.

His unfinished words hung in the air, forgotten, as our lips brushed a gentle kiss. King didn’t disappoint when, after a brief moment of uncertainty, he started returning the kiss with the same vigor and hunger that mirrored mine.

One of his hands settled on the small of my back, pulling me closer to him. The heat of his palm seeped through the thin fabric of my pajamas, making me shiver with anticipation. I wanted to see how it would feel on my bare skin.

I entangled my fingers in his hair and lost myself into the kiss. Unfortunately, after a while, we had to separate at some point as the need for breathing became too important to ignore.

I pulled away from him, our mingled breaths loud in my ears.

It struck me again just how handsome he was — even more so now, with his hair in disarray from where I had twisted my handin it, his mouth already swollen. In turn, those dark eyes of his swept over me as well, darkening with desire and want.

“Take your shirt off,” I said, sounding slightly out of breath. King obediently reached behind his back, pulling his shirt over his head, and I swallowed heavily as every inch of his tan, muscular torso was revealed.

My hand reached out to curiously trace the ridges of his abs, grazing my fingers down his abdomen to hook them in his belt loops and draw him closer. I raised my other hand to grasp the back of his neck, pulling his head down so I could claim his mouth once more.

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