Page 71 of Destined Lovers

He huffs in annoyance. “I don’t get jealous.”

“So why are you staring at the waiter like you want to kill him?” I tease.

“When he put down your Guinness, he looked down your jumper. I was mad on your behalf.” He leans back, takes a sip of his drink, and eyes me over the glass.

“Your inner feminist should be appalled.”

“He’s a kid checking out the goods.” I wiggle my brows. “He can’t help what his hormone-induced brain tells his eyes to look.”

I look down and push out my chest for effect. “I mean, I can’t help it if I have good boobs. My inner feminist is like…hell yeah, embrace those tits.”

Declan shakes his head, and his chest bounces as he holds back his laughter from my forwardness.

“That mouth of yours, Pip, never ceases to surprise me.”

He takes my hand in his, kisses it, then rests it on his large muscular thigh as he turns his head to watch the band.

We sit like that in silence, just enjoying being together. I may chat him with some good craic here and there, but Declan likes the quiet. He enjoys taking in his surroundings. It’s relaxing for him.

I’m not complaining—more time for me to sit here checking him out.

And the view gets better and better every time I look. It still amazes me how much he’s changed.

In a good way.

He’s still the same guy on the inside—thoughtful and caring. But on the outside, the muscles are bigger, his face more mature, and the tattoos are better. I mean, how could they not be when he has one just for me?

I continue my exploration of his body and stop at his muscular forearms.

It’s a cliché, but I don’t care. They are sexy as feck.

His sleeves are rolled up, and one arm is slung over the chair beside him. His fingers grip the top of the chair, forcing his muscled tattoos to strain against his white shirt.

“You’re drooling.” His eyes dance with amusement.

My head pops up in surprise. “I am not.”I am.

“Whatever you say, Pip.” he chuckles.

Eeijit.

“Are you upset you’re not getting to paint at the Cliffs of Moher?”

Declan and I had to cut the trip stops by almost two days because of our ‘extra circulator activities.’

Let’s just say it was easy to go home early and hard to get out of bed in the morning when you’re lying next to your perfect Adonis of a childhood sweetheart. It’s like every fantasy I’ve ever imagined in one place.

Declan was for sure trying to make up for the ten years of sex we missed out on in the last five days. If I don’t have toned muscles and a six-pack by the time I get home, there is no hope I ever will because it’s been the workout of a lifetime. I’m sore in places I didn’t even know had muscles.

“Earth to Nora,” he mutters.

Oops. My life is now a sex-induced fog at all times.

“Cliffs of Moher?” He raises his eyebrows, and I giggle.

What is wrong with me today?

“I don’t think it would even be in my top three anymore. I know I haven’t been there since I was a kid, but after seeing the cliffs at Slieve League, it automatically skyrocketed to my number one spot. It was breathtaking, plus fewer tourists. Giant’s Causeway and Glengesh Pass were also high on my list. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it would have been amazing to see it again. But, I think because I hadn’t been to the other three, it made it more special for this trip.”

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