Page 58 of Broken Heart
“Okay,” she rasped.
Leaning forward, I pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. With my mouth right there, I said, “Sweet dreams.”
A shiver ran down her spine.
My lips twitched. Then I kissed the tip of her nose and pulled back to give her one last look before I reached for the cupcakes. Once I had them in my hand, I said, “This was the best birthday of my life.”
Skye sent a coy smile my way and murmured, “I’m glad.”
After opening the door and stepping outside, I realized I needed more. I reached my hand into her hair once more and tugged her in my direction. She bent forward and allowed me to kiss her again.
And when I heard her moan for the second time, I tore my mouth from hers and said, “Goodnight, Skye.”
“Goodnight, Cooper.”
Knowing I wouldn’t be able to leave if I kissed her again, I quickly turned and walked toward my truck.
And the whole way home, I didn’t even turn on the radio. Then again, it wasn’t like I needed that, when I kept hearing Skye’s moan in my head as I drove.
“Alright, let’s get to work.”
My team, having all just been given the day’s assignments, began to disperse. I folded up the piece of paper I had with a running list of projects we were working on and tucked it into my back pocket.
My phone buzzed in my opposite hand with a text message.
I glanced at it, noting that Skye had returned my earlier text.
SKYE
I don’t mind taking care of it, but I won’t complain if you want to do it instead.
I smiled at my phone, loving how she was always so agreeable. It gave me a reason to hope she might agree to give us a real shot.
Quickly, I tapped out a response.
I want to do it. So, consider breakfast covered for tomorrow.
SKYE
I can’t wait!
Before I had the chance to send her another response, I lifted my gaze and noticed Marco walking in my direction. When he came to a stop in front of me, he declared, “I thought you would have been at the lake house today.”
I shook my head. “I’m heading out tomorrow morning. Are you planning to come up at all?”
He shrugged. “I might. You know I’m always up for some fun. But I’ve got to take some time with my family tomorrow, too. So, we’ll see what happens. I’ll let you know if I’m going to head over.”
“Cool.”
“On another note, have you recovered?”
It was Monday morning, our first day back at work since the party my family threw for me for my birthday, and I had a feeling I knew exactly where Marco intended to lead this conversation.
“Recovered? From this weekend?” I countered.
“Yeah. I mean, a Westwood celebration is always a good time, but you know better than anyone just how exhausting they can be,” he said. “Considering you were the guest of honor this weekend, I guess I’m just curious if I’m going to have to pick up the slack here at work today.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, right. You know that’s not the case, so why don’t you ask me what you really want to ask?”