Page 23 of A Very Grumpy Navy SEAL

She scrolls, and her expression shifts.“Actually…yeah.I got a response to one of my applications.They want me to come in for an interview today.”

I sit up.“Seriously?”

She turns the screen to show me, and there it is.

“They want to do in-person meetings.First one’s in a couple of hours.”

“That’s amazing, Bunny.”

She beams at me, and I swear my heart swells three sizes.I lean over and kiss her again, unable to help myself.

“I should probably get dressed,” she says when we break apart.

“Mm.Not yet.”

“Koa.”

“Just a few more minutes.”

I tug her back into the bed, wrapping my arms around her.She laughs and pretends to fight me off, but her attempts are feeble.She doesn’t have a chance.Not against me.

Eventually, we manage to leave the bed.She pads to the bathroom, still gloriously naked, and I watch her with shameless appreciation.

God help me.I’m in so deep it’s not even funny.

While she showers, I slip back to my room, change into my jeans, and tidy up.By the time I return to her room, Lula is coming out of the bathroom.She’s wrapped in a towel, her hair wet, and her skin flushed from the hot water.I nearly drag her back into bed, but she holds up a hand like she can read my mind.

“Nope.Interviews.Icannotbe late.”

“Fine,” I grumble.

She smirks.“Later.”

I lean in and press a quick kiss to her lips.“Promise?”

“Oh, yeah.”

Lula spins out of my hold and rushes around the room.She’s like a tornado as she digs through her suitcase for something to wear.I smile as I lounge on the bed and watch her.

“Okay, I need to brush my teeth.Then we can go.”

I nod and climb off the bed.Her suitcase is still open, half of her clothes spilling out, so I fold everything and repack it.My eyes stray to the busted door.She can’t stay here.We should have moved to my room last night, but I was more than a little distracted.

I zip up her suitcase, ignoring the splintered doorframe as I carry her things to my room, and set them in the corner like they belong there.

Because they do.

And so does Lula.She’s mine now—no more separate rooms.

I go back to her room to inform her that I’ve moved her in with me, bumping into her as she comes out of the bathroom.

“Got ya,” I tease, steadying her.

Her hair is down, her makeup subtle, and she looks so damn pretty I forget how to breathe for a second.

“Ready?”she asks, grabbing her bag.

“Not even a little bit,” I mutter, holding the door open for her.“Let’s go.”

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