I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
“I’ve got you,” he murmured. “I’m going to take care of you.”
And God help me, I believed him.
Chapter Thirty-Two
February 13
Dean
“Tell me it’s a myth,”I murmured into Luka’s tousled hair, breathing in his scent. His skin was warm beneath my fingertips.
“Hmm?” He rolled over to face me, moving carefully, his hand on my chest.
“The whole Friday the thirteenth business, you know, being unlucky.”
Luka smiled. “Then I shall kiss you until you forget what day it is.”
I laughed. “Except I wouldn’t be happy if you did that. I have a date with an ice rink this evening, remember?”
“I will be watching. I will make sure you can find me easily in the crowd.”
I chuckled. “And how will you do that?” Before he could answer, I grinned. “Got it. You could watch me naked.”
Laughter rolled out of him, the sound bright and natural and so fuckingrelaxed.
“I do not think so. Because then everyone will take one look at me and know exactly what you do to me.”
My phone buzzed, and I grabbed it from the nightstand. One look at the screen had me smiling.
Luka’s breathing hitched. “You are so beautiful when you are happy.”
My breath caught. “And you make me happy.”
Truest words ever.
I pulled him closer, wrapping my arm around him. “That was from my mom. Dad flew in this morning. They’re on their way to the hotel.”
Luka’s face shone. “That is wonderful news. He has recovered?”
“Apparently. I doubt they’d let him fly if he wasn’t.” Then I chuckled. “Then again, I pity anyone who tries to get in his way when he wants something.” Luka sat up, and I stroked his taped hip. “That still feels okay?”
He nodded. “And I will be careful, I promise.”
I sat up too, enfolding him in my arms. “I should go over there,” I murmured against his neck.
“Yes, you sh-should,” he stammered before a shiver coursed through him.
“I mean, they’ll be expecting me.” I kissed his collarbones, his chest.
“Uh-huh.” He tilted his head back, and I laid a trail of kisses to his nipple. “Dean… Neprestávaj.” His voice was rough, his breathing staccato.
“But Ihaveto stop,” I whispered. “They’ll be expecting me.”
Luka swallowed, then pushed me away. “You are right. You need to see your father. I should not be so selfish.”
I tilted his face up, my fingers tucked under his chin.
