Oh, fuck.
My stomach tightens. My chest aches.
I press my lips together, trying to hold back the wild, giddy grin threatening to take over my face.
He has no idea.
No idea how long I’ve worked for this.
How carefully I planned every detail, every moment, every touch.
How much I studied him, learned him, watched him until I knew exactly how to make this perfect.
And it worked.
God, it worked.
I have him.
Completely.
Now, we can just… love each other.
Chapter Nine
Noah
Juliet is an angel.
Making love to her is magic.
Every night.
She’s insatiable.
But it’s more than that.
She didn’t just invite me to stay, she made a home for me. She helped me sort out my apartment, cleaned up the wreckage, handled my lease, took time off work just to make sure I had everything I needed.
And God, her cooking.
It’s not just meals.
She bakes. She sends me to work with treats, little love notes tucked into my lunch, scented with her perfume.
Perfect.
I love her.
I don’t think I’ve ever really loved anyone like this.
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make her happy.
I bring her flowers, just because.
Candy.
I leave her poems on her pillow when I wake up first.
