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-- EXCERPT: He moved his lips to her ear. “That’s what home feels like.” Eve framed his cheeks and leaned back. “You are home to me, Jake.” “Mmm.” He kissed her forehead, pushed his hands under her ass and lifted her up without pulling out. “What are you doing?” She smiled into his shoulder. “Bed. No need to mess up the kitchen. I knew that dress would be useful for something other than looking amazing on you.” He knelt on the bed and fell forward with her. They both laughed as her back hit the mattress with him on top of her. Pulling back, he stared down at her before kissing her forehead and slowly pulling out. “Stay here. I’ll get you a towel.” Stark ass naked, he walked to the bathroom. A smile pushed at her lips as he came back with her towel and his boxers on. With a longing look at the table full of food, Jake groaned as he walked past it to her. “You’re hungry.” She fought back a laugh. Looking amused, he dropped to the bed beside her and gently cleaned her up. Jake was like a grumpy bear when he was hungry. “I’m fucking starving. I gotta eat something other than you.” He stood up, grabbed her ankles and pulled her to him by the side of the bed. Then handed her one of his T-shirts. “Go clean up. I’ll heat it up. We’ll eat then…what? Movie?” She wrapped the towel around her and sat on the side of the bed. “A movie’s fine.” Before she could reach the bathroom, Jake’s voice stopped her. “Baby….” She turned to him. “Yeah?” “You know I won’t make it through a movie with you…” Sadness washed over her, because there wasn’t enough time. “I know.” Never enough time. His vivacious laugh rang through the small room. “Just so we’re clear. This right here—” He waved his hand over the food. “—Is about refueling. Don’t plan on sleeping too much.” “I’ll be right out.” She walked into the bathroom, leaving him to heat up dinner. Eve’s body ached and her heart broke. Tomorrow…today would be on a long list of yesterdays—days she could never get back. While it would be one of the best in her thirty-six years, it would bleed into yet another painful memory with little hope of healing. ![]()
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