Page 33 of Heart Match

Now it’s too late to undo this.

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Unexpected sunlight is cutting through the window. It doesn’t even seem like it was pouring outside just a few hours ago. Luc’s still asleep beside me. I study him sleeping, the light touching his bare chest, his body half covered by the sheets we shared last night. I look at the clock on my bedside table and it says it’s already 9:00 am. My stomach growls, begging for food, something that can provide my body more energy to start the day.

I don’t wake him when I leave the bed. I head to the bathroom and brush my teeth, on the way, I spot his pants on the floor. I smile to myself thinking of how we fell asleep last night.

When I return to the room, he turns to his side, moving his handsome face away from the sun. I watch him from where I’m standing, sighing as my mind travels back to touching his body last night, feeling the warmth of it, enjoying what that mouth and hands can do to me.

Still wearing his Polo, I head to my closet to pick lingerie, when I slide the door he mumbles something in his sleep. I choose a champagne silky set of bra and briefs embroidered with peach flower ornaments and put it on. I love how it hugs my body. I look at myself in the big mirror on the front of my closet and I’m happy with my choice. I smile for no reason in particular, and it feels weird and unforeseen. In the mirror I notice his eyelids fluttering and the moment he opens his eyes.

‘Good morning,’ he says, wiping his eyes with his knuckles.

‘Morning,’ I say, turning to face him with a smile.

There are lines on his sleepy face and he holds back a yawn.

‘Whoa, that’s a lot of lingerie,’ he says as he glares at my open closet, then at me.

I laugh. I’m aware of his eyes on my body. We hold each other’s gaze for a moment. There’s some kind of intimacy that wasn’t there before.

‘What time is it?’ he asks, seeming a bit lost sitting up on the bed and smoothing down his messy sexy hair that’s sticking up in random places.

‘Around 9:30?’

‘What?!’ he doesn’t take it well. ‘Merde. I gotta go.’

I’m pretty sure he just swore in French. He might be really worried about something by the way he says it and how fast he gets up from the bed.

‘Got somewhere to be?’ I ask watching him walking towards me in a hurry, spotting his morning erection.

‘Yeah, sorry. I should have woken earlier.’

Seems as though, as me, he also likes his routine. Despite the hurry, he grabs me by my hair and his mouth takes mine in a hell of a good morning kiss.

Wearing nothing but white Calvin Klein boxer briefs—for my absolute despair—he heads to the bathroom fetching his pants on the way. He finds his phone in the pocket and takes it.

‘Putain,’ he admonishes it.

He puts his pants on quickly, then splashes water on his sleepy face. I enjoy it all from my point of view by the bathroom’s door frame. He comes to me, presses me against the frame, sucks on my neck and whispers, ‘Up for a run?’

What?

‘Right now?’ I smirk in surprise.

‘Meet you back here in half an hour?’

‘Deal.’ There’s no way I’m saying no.

His reply comes with a smile, then a kiss on my lips.

He then quickly heads towards the door shirtless and holding his shoes. One hell of a sexy scene to watch on a Sunday morning. The thought that I almost fucked him last night right here on the kitchen island sends electrifying waves through my body.

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I go change into sports underwear and put on running shorts and a tank top instead. As I tie my hair back into a ponytail in front of my bathroom’s mirror my phone vibrates with a call from Naomi. I don’t answer it. I wait until she gives up. But before she does it, she tries two more times. I feel like the worst friend in the world ignoring the girls’ texts last night.

I’m pretty sure Naomi wants to share about her date with Lewis—and trust me, I’m dying to know too. But right now I can’t possibly talk to Naomi, not if I don’t want to tell her anything about Luc, which would lead her to know that I lied yesterday, and not when he’s all over me in every way and everywhere. She will immediately recognise in my voice that I’m hiding something. I turn on the silent mode and go put my running shoes on.

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