Gambit (Obsessions in Overdrive #2)

Forty-one | Slow Love

I made the right choice.

I'm laying in bed, barely awake while Luke's breath hits my chest as he's fast asleep. His arm has not left me once during the night and I'm not being dramatic when I say that this is the best night of sleep I have had in a while. He might be on top of me and I cannot breathe, but it was a good sleep.

I do wish we did more than make out last night. I wanted to know what else those fingers can do, but then we would be moving too fast.

I want to do something nice for him, maybe make him some breakfast as I used to for Ethan. However, it means I have to get up and I am in no mood for that.

I move a bit which just makes him bury his face deeper into my chest. I try to look at every detail on his face like a creep. I stare at each beautiful curve and crevice that lines his skin. I can even see where his dimples would dig into his cheek.

I lean down and softly kiss the top of his head. He is still not moving. He's knocked out. I try to wiggle out, but he tightens his arms around my waist. It is like a death grip.

I arch my back up as far as I can and nothing. Maybe if I push him off I can slip out. I put my hands on his shoulder and push as hard as I can and I try to slip out.

Nothing.

I try arching my back while pushing him, and to my surprise, it works. I roll him off me and make my way from his room to the kitchen.

It's quiet in the apartment. Ethan must not be here. Good!

I head over to the fridge and there is barely any food in here. Well, Ethan is never here so that could explain, but what does Luke eat? Air?

There is no bread, no butter, no eggs! Maybe I could make some pancakes since he has oat milk if he fricking has the pancake ingredients. I look through the cabinet and I only find a bottle of wine.

After putting on some light music, I start drinking my glass of red wine. I continue my search for something to make, but there is nothing in this apartment.

I mean there is coffee, rice cakes, lemons, and energy drinks. None of which is breakfast, lunch, or dinner. It is concerning that this is all Luke keeps in the apartment.

And I know he doesn't go out for dinner because after he is done with work he just goes to bed. He sleeps a lot. Any chance he gets, he sleeps.

It also reminds me during our trip to the Hamptons, he barely ate. He ate a muffin once or twice, but we were gone for two weeks. Two whole ass weeks. "Indra?"

I snap out of my thoughts and look over to Luke. His hair is everywhere and he has his glasses on. I walk around the counter and over to him. I wrap my arms around his torso and I am guessing he is still waking up since he does not react.

I press a kiss to his chest as he wraps his arms around my neck. I lift my head to look up at him. Yep, he is still pretty. He brings his head down and his lips capture mine while his hands go to my jaw.