Page 92 of Stiletto's Savior

“Yeah, I know. Things just take time.” I consider, the plans rolling in my mind like an engine revving up. “We’ll start with sorting out everything for the gym and then we can start tackling it upstairs.”

“I can’t wait to see it.” Her enthusiasm is contagious. “And even a master bathroom and closet? You really thought of everything.”

“Had to.” I smirk, feeling the weight of responsibility but also the thrill of what’s ahead. “Didn’t wanna disappoint my lady.”

Her laughter rings out, echoing off the gym walls. “You haven’t disappointed me yet, Miles, and I highly doubt you will.” She steps closer, wrapping her arms around my waist. “I’m just happy to be doing this with you.”

“Yeah?” I wrap my arm around her, pulling her in close. “I’m glad to hear that.”

We walk out of the gym hand in hand, the twilight painting the sky in hues of red and violet.

Our silhouettes merge into one as we walk towards the pathway leading to the clubhouse.

I feel her thumb tracing circles on my hand, a familiar sensation that calms my stormy soul.

The clubhouse’s lights flicker in the distance, but our future seems even brighter.

A mix of jovial laughter and loud engines echo from the building, but it fades into the background when she rests her head against my arm.

Her voice is soft, a mere whisper against the night air, “Miles...” The way my name danced on her lips, it sounds like music.

“Yeah?” I glance at her, her hazel-green eyes reflecting the remnants of a setting sun.

“I love you—you know that, right?” Her words are almost drowned by an engine revving nearby, but I don’t miss them.

My heart pounds against my chest, loving hearing her say this.

“I do,” I capture her lips in a soul sucking kiss.

Her lips are soft and she tastes like the sweet promise of forever.

I can feel my heartbeat matching rhythm with hers, a symphony playing a song of love.

She laughs against my lips, the sound sending sparks of electricity down my spine.

Why the fuck didn’t I fight for her years ago?

Why did I do everything I could to push her away?

Who the hell knows, but we found our way back to each other and that’s all that matters.

“I can’t get enough of you,” I mumble against her lips, wrapping her in my arms tighter.

“You better not ever get enough,” she whispers back, her hazel eyes flashing with a mixture of mischief and desire.

I plant another peck on her lips, grinning like an idiot in love—which I am. “Not a chance, Song.”

Our laughter rings through the empty street as we head toward the car.

I’ve been making a lot of changes lately, but I can say I’ve never been more sure of any decision.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Stiletto

The club is alive with laughter and the clink of glasses.

I wipe down the counter, my fingers lingering on the smooth surface, feeling the warmth of the wood beneath me.

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