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The door creaked open.
Janne was exhausted. Her heels clicked against the floor as she threw her bag to the side, sighing.
Then she saw him.
Jake was sprawled on the velvet sofa in the dim light, a single lamp casting shadows over his body. His black shirt hung open, collarbones on display, chest glistening slightly. He had that lazy, dangerous smirk on his lips, the kind that said
She swallowed hard.
Her eyes ran over his abs, each cut and line more familiar than her own name. She walked toward him slowly, dropping her coat to the floor. When she reached him, he pulled her down gently into his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist.
She buried her face in his neck. He smelled like danger and devotion.
Jake’s voice was low and rough.
And he did.
Janne was exhausted. Her heels clicked against the floor as she threw her bag to the side, sighing.
Then she saw him.
Jake was sprawled on the velvet sofa in the dim light, a single lamp casting shadows over his body. His black shirt hung open, collarbones on display, chest glistening slightly. He had that lazy, dangerous smirk on his lips, the kind that said
I was waiting for you.
She swallowed hard.
You didn’t sleep?
No,he said.
Couldn’t. Not until you came home.
Her eyes ran over his abs, each cut and line more familiar than her own name. She walked toward him slowly, dropping her coat to the floor. When she reached him, he pulled her down gently into his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist.
She buried her face in his neck. He smelled like danger and devotion.
I missed you,she whispered.
Jake’s voice was low and rough.
Then let me show you how much.
And he did.