His features dawn in understanding, as if I am adorable while crying over a baby koala.
He kisses the top of my head. “I’ll be right back.”
I watch him go to someone from the zoo staff. He’s in a deep discussion while I watch, entranced, the image in front of me. What I wouldn’t give to hold one.
Ian returns, and the biggest grin stretches on his face as he grabs my hand. “I want to show you something.”
We follow the employee inside the zoo building toward the spacious and clean cages. A few moments later, he comes back carrying the baby koala.
My mouth gapes as I glance at Ian. He scratches his neck, watching me intently while I am simply speechless.
“Really?” I cry out, overjoyed.Is this my life right now?
“Really.”
The zookeeper approaches and extends the fluffy bundle to me. With utmost care, I take it, holding the baby koala in my arms. He’s so soft and delicate.
“How is that possible?” I ask Ian, knowing I can’t keep the baby even if I wanted to.
“A lot of charm and a hefty donation.” He shrugs as if it’s nothing.
“You didn’t have to,” I murmur, filled with gratitude.
He cocks a brow, and I know exactly what that means. For me, he’d do anything. I found my best friend and the love of my life in one. For him, it’s worth waiting until our stars align. Our time will come.
Ian takes a hundred pics of me and the baby koala. Then we help clean the cages as a thank you.
I also got to see pandas. This might be the best day of my life.
On the way back to the resort, I say, “Thank you so much. You’re…” Everything.
“Selfish, because nothing brings me more joy than seeing that delighted look on your face, knowing I put it there.”
I latch onto his arm and don’t let go, not even when we sit in the Jeep—wanting to glue each other together so we’ll never be apart.
My stomach growls, but thankfully, it’s dinner time when we arrive at the resort. I’ll never forget this vacation.
The concierge waits for us, bringing us to a secluded area so we can enjoy our privacy. The staff has been so accommodating,catering to, I guess, a VIP. We always get food delivered; everything is handled with discretion.
We eat while the sun dips low as if the ocean captures it overnight.
Standing up, he stretches his hand out for me. I offer him mine––he has all of me anyway, and he interlaces our fingers. The seconds tick by with anticipation as we speed-walk to our villa. Behind me, the door clicks shut, and he wraps his arms around me, pulling me to his chest.
“And now I have you all to myself,” he growls low—a mix of relief and desperation.
I shift in his arms. “Give me a few minutes.”
Dashing to the closet, I grab some sexy lingerie and go to the bathroom. I take a shower, shave every inch of skin, and lather myself in a creamy oil.
Once I am done, I stare at my reflection in the mirror, feeling sexy. I want to shatter his control, eviscerate the gentleman in him. With a bit of tan, my skin has never looked better, almost glowing.
I slip my legs into the lacy thong, then put on the matching bralette. It’s an intricate design with straps that only add to the sophisticated yet erotic look.
I let my hair fall back and dab a reddish gloss on my lips. Smacking them together, I step outside and instantly desire coils in my belly. He leans against the terrace door frame. A towel hangs low around his hips, the knot threatening to unravel every second—just like me. Droplets of water glide down his sculpted torso, making me want to lick him up.
Our eyes lock, and the heat in his eyes dizzies me.
“You look sexy as fuck.” He erases the distance between us in three strides, placing his forehead on mine.
