Page 262 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

“Shit, sorry!” She laughs, and the sound suddenly fills me with butterflies. “I didn’t realize a Farmers Market was happening this early morning, so I got distracted. But look! There’s a new bakery vendor, Rurik! They have those chocolate croissants and—”

I’m on her before she can finish talking. I’m kissing the fuck out of her, ignoring the sounds of the grocery bags dropping on the floor. She gasps, moaning when my tongue dives inside to claim hers. I know she’s probably confused by my actions, but I don’t care.

She didn’t leave me.

She’s here.

“I miss you,” I tell her before returning for more kisses.

Her face softens as I pull away to help her with the bags. “I miss you, too.”

“Sorry,” I mutter as she watches me with a concerned look. “I didn’t mean to freak out on you earlier.”

“It’s okay,” She smiles sadly. She walks over to me, looking like a beautiful Goddess, and pushes up to kiss me. “I’m sorry. I should have left a note saying I would be away.”

I purse my lips and sigh.

God, is it going to be like this from now on? With the constant roller coaster of our relationship, am I going to keep questioning if she’ll leave me, or her questioning if I choose her or my uncle — Even though it’s fucking obvious now.

Communication within a relationship is essential, my mum told me when I told her everything.

“That would be nice,” I tell her with a nod. “Please and thank you.”

She grins, “Whatever you want, angel.”

“Bed?”

“It’s almost noon.”

“So?”

“Good point.”

She squeals as I gather her in my arms and pick her up. I immediately take her to bed and remind her with my lips and hands that I choose her—always.

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“You know, if I were any other guy, I would freak the fuck out over why my girlfriend is staying over at some random guy’s apartment, with pictures of him spread everywhere in the bedroom.”

She pauses, drawing invisible shapes on my chest, and looks up at me with confusion. “What are you talking about?”

I raise a brow and nod at the frames on the wall of a man with dark black hair, stubble, and blue eyes.

She follows my gaze, and her lips twitch with amusement. “You mean Aidan?”

“Who the fuck is Aidan, and why are you in his apartment?”

“Why? Are you jealous?”

“Briar.”

“It’s okay to be jealous, angel. I would be too if I were you — Nooo!” She giggles, trying to stop my hands from tickling her again. “Okay, okay!”

“Tell me!”

“I thought Nat told you when she gave you her keys?”

“I know he’s her brother, but that’s it. I didn’t know you were comfortable enough with him to stay at his place.”

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