Page 160 of Devious Knight

My heart squeezes. “You wanted me to stay that much?”

“Yes.”

“I torched your bike.”

He grins back at me. “Don’t worry about that.”

He pulls me back in, close to his heart, and I savor the sound of the steady beat.

Warmth surrounds my heart. It starts right there in my core and spreads over my skin like wildfire. If I thought I could stop myself from falling for this guy, I was wrong. I never stood a chance.

And I feel happy. I actually feel happy. It’s been so long since I felt anything close that it feels foreign to me, yet so right.

Just like Kade.

I wake the next morning to the rays of the radiant sun drifting through my bedroom window.

Kade stayed over last night.

I can hear him downstairs padding around, so I get out of bed and pull on my nightshirt.

Quickly, I freshen up and make my way downstairs.

After last night, I’m still on cloud nine. My mind is buzzing with ideas, hope, and excitement.

I can’t believe I met Christian Degas and have my future laid out with him. I feel like I’m walking around in a dream.

When I reach the living room and see the handsome man standing next to my sofa fixing my notebooks, I fully believe I’m living that dream.

He’s dressed and ready to go. It’s Sunday, my lazy day. So, I hope to spend it with him.

I walk up to him, and he pulls me in for a kiss.

“Morning,” he whispers over my lips.

“Morning. Thank you for last night.”

“Which parts? Christian Degas? Or all the things we did here?”

“All of it.”

He presses a tender kiss to my lips. It feels different to the passionate kisses we usually share.

When he inches away, there’s a troubled look in his eyes that grips me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, holding his gaze.

He reaches out and touches my cheek. “If I asked you to be my girl, what would you say?”

My heart nearly drops into my stomach and the skin on the back of my neck stands on end.

We stare at each other, our eyes locked in the moment as I search his, checking to see if I heard him right. “What did you just say?”

“You heard me, Lolita.”

“I’d say yes.”

“Could you be mine and we move forward, forgetting the past?”

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