Page 58 of Declan

Her eyes light up. “Yeah?”

“Thought we could lay low. Order food. Watch movies. Do other things.”

“Other things?” She lifts an eyebrow as she grinds her hips up into mine. “Sounds vague. But I’m intrigued.”

I groan, catching her wrists and pushing them above her head, teasing her mouth with mine. “You’re insatiable.”

“And you love it.”

“Damn right.”

I kiss her long and slow, then finally roll out of bed. “Come on. I’m making breakfast. Hope you’re into pancakes.”

She wraps a sheet around herself and follows me, and fuck if watching her pad through my place like she belongs here doesn’t do things to me I’m not ready to admit.

We move around the kitchen in sync. Me flipping pancakes, her stealing bites, and dancing barefoot to the old rock playlist I’vegot playing. She laughs when I catch her eating chocolate chips straight from the bag.

She’s sunshine in my space. Messy, beautiful chaos.

And I don’t want it to end.

We eat on the couch, her legs draped over mine, both of us sticky with syrup and trading bites of bacon.

“So,” she says between chews. “The whole weekend? You’re mine?”

I hesitate.

And she notices. Of course she does.

“Declan…”

“I am,” I say, running a hand through my hair. “Mostly.”

She frowns. “Mostly?”

“There’s something I gotta do. Saturday night. It’s club business.”

Her nose scrunches. “Like Shattered Souls business?”

I nod. “Yeah.”

“What kind of business?”

I pause too long.

“Declan,” she says again, voice firmer now.

“It’s nothing shady,” I lie. “Just some shit I have to deal with. It won’t take long.”

Her expression hardens just enough to make my chest tighten. “You know how that sounds, right? Secretive as hell.”

“Baby…” I lean in and grab her hips, pulling her onto my lap. “Don’t go there.”

“I just want you to be honest with me.”

“I am.” Not completely. But I can’t be. “Club business can’t be discussed. It’s something you’re going to need to understand if this is gonna work.”

She huffs and looks away.

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