“Nope. What kind of guy do you think I am?” I reached over her and grabbed the box on my nightstand.
“Drew, what did you do?” She gathered the sheets around her and sat up. Her breath hitched when she opened the velvet box.
“This is . . .” she trailed off as her finger glided down the white gold chain and the charm in the middle.
“It’s a diamond spoon. Well, a couple of diamonds anyway. Wait until we sell this app and I’ll add some more.” I kissed her forehead. “This is only part one. Part two comes tomorrow.”
“I didn’t get you anything.” She sniffled and wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. “Why do you have to be so damn wonderful, Kostas?”
“Didn’t get me anything?” I lay back on the bed and pulled her toward me. “You in that nightgown? Crawling on top of me? When I’m an old man on my deathbed, that will be my last thought, and I’ll go with a smile on my face.”
A laugh slipped out through her sniffles, but her eyes wouldn’t meet mine.
“I have you. I’m covered for every holiday until the end of time.”
Sara buried her head in my chest and hiccupped a sob.
“Hey.” I tapped her shoulder to make her look up. This wasn’t the first time Sara cried without a reason. Usually she tried to hide it from me, but I could always tell. I suspected it had something to do with graduation approaching, but I already had a plan. School may be over then, but we wouldn’t be. My intention was to keep it close to the chest until I found out for sure but seeing her this upset almost made me spill.
“I. Love. You. Anything else, we’ll figure out. Okay?” I jutted my bottom lip in a pout to make her laugh, but only got a half smile.
“It’s late.” I cradled her cheek but couldn’t make her look at me. “You need sleep, and I need time to shower off all the lipstick below the waist.”
She nodded, pecking my lips before coming back to my chest. I ran my fingers through her tangled hair until she fell asleep. Her brow crinkled even in her dreams. I sent up a silent prayer that this would all work out. I wouldn’t lose her . . . I couldn’t.
Sara
“GET UP, CALDWELL,”Drew sang in my ear as he fought me for the covers.
“Go away!” I draped the pillow over my head and groaned. Even after a long, dreamless sleep I was still exhausted. Anything that required getting out of bed or putting on clothes didn’t interest me.
“Your other present should be here in less than an hour. You have a head full of sex hair and need a shower. Get up before I carry you in there myself.” A loud smack filled the silence, my ass having a delayed reaction and stinging from the contact.
“Ow! Are you going to slap my ass every day now?” I lifted my head to glare at Drew. “Once was cute—all the time, not really.” I huffed before sitting up and throwing off the covers.
“Aw, did I hurt you, baby?” Drew lay on his stomach next to me and rolled me to my side, peppering wet kisses up my thigh over the raw soreness left by his hand print. I grumbled, half turned on, half pissed off. Letting myself enjoy his way of making it better for one more minute, I pulled away before rising from the bed and sifting through my bag for some clothes.
“I’m going, I’m going.” I lumbered toward the bathroom when he stopped me and pulled me back.
“Good, since last night you were coming, andcoming,” he growled in my ear. I pushed him away as a laugh rumbled out of his chest.
“You’re out of control. And what time did you get up?”
“About an hour ago. Showered, straightened up, tried not to take advantage of the naked, sexy as hell woman sleeping in my bed.” He jutted his chin to the hallway. “Go!”
I couldn’t help but laugh as I sauntered into the bathroom. I loved that pain in the neck so much.
So much my heart was beginning to break.
“All right. I’m dressed and showered.” I stalked over to where Drew was sitting on the couch with his laptop pounding on the keys. My boyfriend was such a hot nerd. Watching him in his element gave me a chill. “Where are we going?”
“We aren’t going anywhere. Your surprise is coming here.” The doorbell chimed in perfect timing. “And here it is.” Drew grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the door. “Now close your eyes, no peeking.”
“Seriously? Fine,” I huffed, even though I was loving this little game Drew was playing.
With one hand draped over my eyes, he reached across my waist and clicked the locks on the door.
“Surprise!”
