Page 64 of Broken Bonds

The sunlight streaming in through the window wakes me up in the morning. Why didn’t I think of closing the curtains last night? Because I was thinking of other things. I reach out without opening my eyes, searching for his warm body, but I only find empty cold sheets.

I stretch, and my body hurts, reminding me of what we did last night and this morning. After our first time, there were two more times. No, I’m not kidding. We were like two horny teenagers who couldn’t get enough of each other.

By the way, what time is it?

I sit in bed, ready to search for my cell phone, when the door opens. Lionel enters, carrying a tray in his hands.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he says with a grin from ear to ear. I definitely won the lottery with this one. “How is my wife this morning?”

I can’t help smiling. He’s so sweet.

And it never ceases to amaze me that this man has chosen me.

“Breakfast,” he announces, leaving the tray beside me.

No, this isn’t a miracle. He didn’t actually cook, or rather burn anything. He’s brought some yogurt, fruit, granola, and juice for both of us.

The gesture reaches my soul, breakfast in bed? Not even my parents on my birthday would do this. No one has ever done this for me, not even him. He really has changed. The Lionel from before would have woken me up complaining that his stomach is growling, and then he would kiss me to get me out of bed… no, I don’t even want to think about it.

“Wow, you’re a resourceful man,” I reply before his lips touch mine in a slow kiss. “Good morning to you, too.”

He smiles, and he looks so handsome. He has wild hair and is only dressed, or half-dressed, in his boxers, so my eyes enjoy the view.

“Happy?” he asks, looking me in the eye, looking for answers in the windows of my soul. Yeah, very Shakespeare of me. Love is in the air, can you blame me?

“Extremely,” I reply sincerely. “You make me very happy, Lionel. Deliriously happy.”

He smiles again. Gosh, those eyes, the color of melted chocolate, light up.

“Are you up for an adventure?”

My eyes widen in surprise. What is he up to? “BDSM is not really my thing,” I answer half-jokingly.

Lionel throws his head back with a hearty laugh.

“You like a little spice,” he adds, leaning over me to take a light bite from the nipple covered in the fabric of the sheets.

Yes, that’s true. He has awakened a part of me that I didn’t know existed. And I want to know what else is hiding behind the curtain of my shyness.

My body has very few curves, but Lionel doesn’t seem to care. More than that, he seems delighted, adoring my skin as if he always wanted to carry my taste on his lips.

“But it’s not that,” he says as he straightens his back, staring at me again. “I thought maybe we could go out and take a walk around the city, you arrived almost a month ago, and the only thing you have seen are the walls of this house.”

Nothing wrong with these walls, but my mouth opens. I can hardly believe it. Going out sounds incredible.

“Is it possible?” I ask him. “I mean, I would love to, but after what happened, do you think it’s wise to go out?”

I don’t want him to take unnecessary risks to make me happy. Not when what is at stake is his life. That is irreplaceable.

He sighs before answering. “A little while ago, I called Ethan. His staff is well-trained, we won’t be alone. They’re the best in town and will keep us safe, trust me.”

A smile pulls my lips up, and he does the same.

“What are we waiting for then?” My voice is full of emotion. I would go to the end of the world with this man, a tour of the City of Angels is an excellent place to start. “I’m going to have a quick shower.”

I try to get out of bed, but his hand on my shoulder stops me.

“Breakfast first, Mrs. Kral,” he says with a playful smile, mischief gleaming deep in his dark eyes. “Something tells me you’re going to need all that energy.”

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