“Yes.” A kiss. “You’re going to be staying over a lot from now on.” Another kiss.
“That sounds perfect.”
He kissed me again. “But maybe we can work on your door-locking skills when we’re at your place?”
I laughed. “Trust me when I say I will never forget to lock my door again after today. Now fuck me until I can’t remember my own name.”
He laughed and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was messy and uncoordinated, and it took me a second to realize that it was because we couldn’t stop smiling.
24
LUKA
“How are you doing?”Zander asked from the passenger seat after I’d parked in front of my mom’s house.
I cut the engine. “Fine, but not fine.”
He took my hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
I squeezed back. “Thanks for coming with me.”
“Of course.” He lifted our joined hands and pressed a kiss against my knuckles.
My heart fluttered at the move.
“Do you need a minute before you go in?”
I shook my head. “Her office faces the street. She’ll notice if I sit here for too long.”
“Then I’d better not kiss you for luck.”
Hooking my free hand around the back of his neck, I pulled him toward me. Our kiss was soft and sweet and exactly what I needed.
“Her office is on the second floor. She can’t see into the car,” I said against his lips, not pulling away.
He kissed me again, sweet and gentle.
“You’ve got this,” he said when we pulled apart.
“I’ve got this.” I blew out a breath and squeezed his hand one more time.
He gave me an encouraging smile, and I pushed the car door open.
Cutting across the grass, I hurried up the walkway to the front door. I tested the doorknob. It was unlocked.
“Mom?” I called, stepping into the house.
She appeared at the top of the stairs. “Hi, honey.” Her smile was tight as she descended them.
“Is this an okay time?”
I texted last night to see if she’d be free, but I didn’t want to interrupt if she was in the middle of something.
“It’s fine.” She reached the bottom of the stairs and opened her arms for a hug. “Is everything okay? Your text was a little vague.”
I hugged her back, nerves fluttering in my stomach. “I’m fine. I just need to talk to you about something.”
“Do you want some coffee? Anything to eat?” she asked.