Page 152 of Stolen Kiss

Emilia

I looked inside the closet,frowning a little.

I didn’t remember moving in, but hell if I didn’t have more clothes here at Jensen’s house than I did in my apartment. A quick sweep around the room and I could find most of my stuff scattered about, from the books I was reading to my laptop on the bed, and even my crutches for when I didn’t have the prosthesis on.

And I had the keys to his house.

I had picked Elodie up from daycare today.

The ladies at the front desk had let me in right away, and I was happy to note the lady from the other day wasn’t there. I didn’t know what happened to her. I didn’t know what Jensen had done, and honestly, I didn’t care, as long as I didn’t have to see her again.

Elodie was in bed already.

It was late.

Jensen said something about a big meeting he had tomorrow and he needed time to plan tonight. I didn’t know exactly what he did, except that he was in investment banking, but it was close to ten o’clock at night now, and he still wasn’t home.

I didn’t even know if he’d had dinner already.

And now, I felt like a domestic wife.

I stopped my perusal of the closet.

Despite Jensen making me define our relationship, he hadn’t told me where he thought this was going.

We were happy now, but he never really mentioned marriage, and I realized, as I looked around this room that I had come to think of my own, I wanted that.

I wanted to move in with him and Elodie, and I wanted him to ask me to marry him.

What a silly dream.

Despite being a ballerina and growing up loving all things girly, I didn’t envision myself married when I was a little girl.

I supposed I had envisioned myself growing old on stage.

But now that the idea of marriage had entered my mind… well, I wanted it.

I quickly grabbed the sweater I was looking for. It was Jensen’s, and it hung off my lean frame. It was also black and soft on the inside, and smelled very much like him.

I zipped it up and brought the fabric up to my nose, sniffing.

I’d seen him just this morning, but I missed him already.

I didn’t like being in this big house without him.

I walked out of the room and downstairs to the living room so I could wait for him there.

I didn’t even know when I had fallen asleep, but the next thing I knew, a weight was on my lap. I startled awake and opened my eyes, looking down and seeing Jensen watching me from where he was resting his head on my lap.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

I relaxed and smiled, running my fingers through his soft hair. “Hey. How was work?”

He looked absolutely exhausted. His eyes weren’t as bright, and his cheeks had lost some coloring.

“Work is work. Just happy to be home,” he said, grabbing my hand and moving to his lips, kissing it.

“I’m glad you’re home,” I said softly. “I—uh, I missed you.”

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