Page 12 of You Know I Love You

I leave her to talk to her friend, heading back into the living room area to grab the boxes I brought up. Another task I’d handled while she was sleeping. If she is going to stay for the weekend, she can’t only wear my clothes. I mean, she could if we planned to stay here, but I have to take my little princess rebel out on the town. She’s got important things to experience.

She can do as much rebelling as her little heart desires. All while I keep her safe and protected. But she doesn’t need to know that. It’s not that I’m trying to control her; I just want her to be safe while she does it.

“What are you doing?” Willa asks as I set the last of the items out on the couch.

Her attention goes over to them. She pushes those glasses up her nose. I had no clue glasses could be sexy as all fuck, but everything she does is. Even now, lifting one of her feet to use to scratch the back of her other calf is cute as fuck.

“Figured you’d need some things if we plan on leaving here to go out.”

“This is all for me?”

“Yep, you hungry? I ordered breakfast.”

“You didn’t have to do all this.” She picks up one of the Miu Miu sweaters with a cat on it.

“Wanted to make sure you were comfortable.” And there is no reason for her to leave and go back to the island before she has to.

“And you picked this all out?”

“Mila might have steered me in the right direction.”

When I reached out to Anton last night to ask his wife about buying some clothes and other items for Willa, she suggested the Miu Miu brand, which I had never heard of before. She mentioned that the brand would suit Willa's style. Going off of her smile, I think I might need to give Anton a bonus so he can take his wife shopping.

Willa walks over to me, putting her hand on my chest and lifting up on her toes to kiss my cheek, but I turn my head and claim those lips of hers. I keep the kiss easy, enjoying the sweet softness that is my girl. My tongue slips past her parted lips to explore her silkiness.

“Your kisses always leave me breathless.” Willa doesn’t want to know what her mouth does to me.

“Good,” I tell her. “Now go get dressed, and I’ll set out breakfast.”

“You’re bossy,” she responds but with a smile. I grab the bag off the cart with the food and take it into the kitchen and startpulling out the to-go containers. I got a mix of everything; I'm not sure what she might want.

“I love this one,” Willa says, giving a small twirl as she enters the kitchen. The skirt she’s wearing with a pink sweater flares out all around her before resting mid-thigh. My eyes can’t help but trace up and down her legs. The thought of how easy it would be to push that skirt up and make her come with my mouth is almost too much for me to bear.

“Love it too, Princess.” I pull out a chair for her. “Allergies I should know about?” I hadn’t seen any in the medical records I had pulled. There wasn’t much in them. No medications. My mind had gone straight to birth control. She wasn’t on it.

“Nope.”

I fill up her plate and then mine. Willa swings her legs back and forth as she digs in.

“What do you want to do today?”

“Honestly”—she licks a drop of syrup off her lip—“I don’t know. I’m terrible at this.”

“I could sneak you into a club and teach you to pop some locks.”

“Like those fancy clubs you see in the movies? With bottle service and stuff?”

“If you want.”

“That might be fun.” Her brows pull together. “I might not fit in.”

“And that is part of your problem. You don’t have to fit in. Who cares about fitting in? Just you and me, and you fucking fit with me, Princess.”

“Right.” She snorts a laugh. This time she doesn't try to hide it like she did last night. "Not sure we fit. You keep calling me Princess, and you're like this badass."

"Badass?" I chuckle.

"See, you got that charming laugh, but in a flip and turn, it all went dark." I hook my foot under her chair, pulling her closer to me. She lets out a small gasp of surprise.

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