Perfect Match Enemies to lovers romance - Leia Stone Page 0,69
just nodded and I left.
I sighed with relief the moment I started Ashton’s truck. Everything I’d done over the past week had given me purpose. Saving Ashton’s bar, saving Wayne. I hadn’t felt this useful and needed in over a year. It felt so damn good that I grinned all the way home.
Ashton
I stared at Millie as she made me breakfast in my apartment kitchen. There wasn’t even talk of her moving back into the apartment down the hall. She just unpacked her bag in my apartment and that was that. I liked that about Millie, loving her was so damn easy. She didn’t need labels or long talks about fucking feelings. She knew where she stood and we just worked. Now I watched as she made me eggs benedict, while sipping water for herself. It was six a.m., neither of us slept much, and she couldn’t eat past midnight because of the surgery. I offered to just nuke myself a burrito but she said the cooking helped clear her mind.
Which told me she was nervous.
Which made me nervous.
I’d grilled her surgeon on Saturday night after calling the emergency line, and asked him every question I could think of.
Could she die on the table? Never grow her liver back? Not be able to have kids? Go into liver failure herself?
He told me complications with the anesthesia were more common than the actual surgery and recovery. That didn’t do much to make me feel better. I’d never been this protective over a chick in my life, other than Jenna, but this was different … this was … I’d never been in love and now I was grateful for that. I wasn’t sure I could go through this with every girlfriend I had. Anything that hurt her or made her sad hurt me and made me sad. It was fucking uncomfortable.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Millie said, startling me as she placed a steaming hot pile of amazing food before me.
I sighed, looking up at her. Did she have any idea how sexy she looked in just my t-shirt and undies?
“I’ve never been in love before. I don’t like it.”
She knew from my tone I was being playful and so she laughed.
“Oh yeah, why not?”
I stabbed a chunk of hash brown and popped it in my mouth. “Too many feelings.” Steam left my mouth when I talked and she grinned.
Reaching into my shirt, she trailed her finger along my scar. “Right here? Did I get you right here?” she teased.
If only she knew. She got me everywhere.
I nodded. I didn’t think Millie knew what love meant for me, like I was ready to lock it down and make sure no other dude swept her away. I wanted this chick to be my wife, forever, but I didn’t want to scare her off.
God, I had it so bad.
Must be the good cookin’. But I knew it wasn’t, it was her. She’d convinced my dad to do sober living for a year. And then convinced me to pay for half of it.
“You’re a witch,” I told her, taking another bite.
She grinned again, and her smile made every muscle in my body clench.
“If I’m a witch, it means you have to do whatever I say.” She dipped her finger into the hollandaise sauce and stuck it in my mouth.
Good Lord, woman.
I sucked the sauce off and nodded. “I guess that’s what it means.”
“Make love to me,” she commanded.
I jumped up so fast my chair fell backward, then I reached down and heaved her up over my shoulder like a caveman.
Her peals of laughter caused a grin to cross my face as I carried her back to the bedroom. She was clearly down for spontaneous sex. Now if that wasn’t wife material, I didn’t know what was. Could you marry someone you’d known like ten days? Like, was that insane? Had I gone insane? She squealed as I threw her onto the bed and her hair splayed out around her. The baggy t-shirt of mine she wore rode up high on her belly, showing her tiny teal lace boy shorts. I kicked off my t-shirt and shorts and got down on my knees, kissing her ankles.
I slowly ran my tongue from her ankle to her knee and felt her thighs clench when I grabbed them and split them wide open. Stroking my thumbs up her thighs, I ran over the damp heat of her center and went right for her breasts. She moaned, arching her back as