Page 57 of Destined Lovers

I peek under my arm. “Wait, where are you going? Come lay with me, Pip, please.”

She shakes her head. “I’m going to jump in the shower quickly. I’ll be right back.”

“Don’t even bother getting dressed!” I call out after her.

I grab my phone to distract myself from my painful existence, and no exaggeration, there might be close to one hundred texts from Wills, Jackson, and Sadie wondering where I am, what I’m doing, and who I’m with.

Wills and Sadie are more concerned than Jackson, so I shoot them a text first, letting them know I’m handling some personal issues and that I’ll be home next week.

Sadie sends a quick text back saying she misses me and a thank you for answering. Sweet Sadie, always concerned about others. Followed by a link for available dogs up for adoption.

Sadie has a soft spot for animals and volunteers at the nearby animal rescue in London. She’s been begging me to get a dog, which I’ve put off until recently. Sadie will soon be happy to know that I plan to adopt a dog for Maeve. I thought a companion dog would help her constant separation anxiety.

I open the chain of text from Jackson next and instantly regret it.

Actually… maybe I should thank him.

I look down, and I think it’s a freaking Christmas miracle because my hard-on is finally deflating from Jackson’s dumbass texts. Especially the latter of the bunch.

The first one says:

“If your grandma had plastic on her couch, it was because she was a squirter.”

The second one has a wrinkly old lady lying across the bed looking at a laptop, and it says:

“Cream pie—that sounds like a good recipe.”

I shake my head and internally laugh because this is so Jackson. He has become one of my best mates and is one of the most loyal and reliable people I know. Even if his humor level is the same as a sixteen-year-old lad, and you never know what’s going to come out of his mouth.

After I shoot him a message thanking him for being such a boner killer—literally—I call for Nora.

The shower has been off, and she’s yet to come out. My situation might have calmed down, but I’m feeling needy and want my girl near me.

“One second,” she calls and then gradually opens the door, reaching out to shut the lights before I can see her. Her shadow moves slowly out of the bathroom, hesitating at the doorway.

I’m not sure what’s going on, so I continue to stay quiet and let her take the time she needs—I can tell she’s nervous.

I get the sense that Nora may be a bit inexperienced, which is shocking considering her age, but after the first time on my lap, I could tell she wasn’t used to being touched that way.

I thought maybe it was because it was me, and she was just nervous about finally being together. Though after today, although she was perfectly beautiful, she was tense and anxious all at the same time.

It feels as if it’s been days, not minutes since I’ve touched her last. You’d think we’d be used to being apart after all these years, but now that I’ve gotten her back, I never want to be away from her again, even for a few short minutes.

Cautiously, one foot in front of the other, Nora walks toward me.

I sit up in anticipation and feel my heart hammer rapidly against my chest, suddenly feeling nervous myself.

My breath catches, and her steps falter as she walks out of the darkness and into the light. My beautiful angel, a beacon of light, adorned in green.My perfection.

I’ve waited a lifetime for this exact moment, and it has already exceeded anything I could ever imagine.

Draped over her soft pale skin is a delicate lace, baby doll lingerie set in a shade of light green. She’s let her hair down so soft waves cascade in front of the swells of her breast.

I swallow a lump of emotions before I whisper her name and reach out my hand for her to walk closer, needing to touch my beautiful Nora.

She doesn’t move at first, so I look up, and her eyes rise to meet mine as she bites her bottom lip. That innocent nervous look has me up and off the bed, prowling toward her. A man can only take so much.

I never thought I’d be the type that would get off on something as simple as a cute innocent look. It’s driving me wild, and something I don’t recognize stirs deep inside of me.

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