Maggie Norris and Luke Vaudest come with attitudes of stone-cold, rude, sarcastic snakes. Every single time the pair have clashed, it has never ended up being a good thing. The two are more than fine with never crossing paths, again.
Until Maggie d...
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"The best love is the kind that awakens the soul; that makes us reach for more, that plants the fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. That's what I hope to give you forever." – The Notebook
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Chapter 43 <—————————————>
Maggie
My eyes fluttered open at the sensation. Something was licking at my face, the action ticklish. My hands lifted from my side to confirm, and I was right.
Fang's adorable face was in my view.
A small yawn cracked through my smile. "What are you doing up so early, honey?"
His tail nearly whacked me as he jumped off the bed, treading straight to the door.
I stood up, still rubbing at my eyes. I glanced back at the bed, which was screaming for my return, but when I did, I saw that it was vacant.
Luke was gone, and the bathroom door was wide open so he wasn't there, either.
At Fang's whining, I snapped out of it, and quickly went to brush my teeth, and wash my face. By the time I returned, Fang was nearly weeping with a lack of patience.
With a chuckle, I pulled the door open, quickly side-stepping it in order to avoid getting crushed by a one-hundred and thirty pound dog.
Fangs' paws slid against the marble, leaving spots of drool in his tracks until we got to the door. He didn't waste a moment, leaping over the stairs until he got to the lawn.
While he did his business, I glanced around the space for Luke, just in case he took a morning jog. I knew that he always did it at four in the morning, every morning, then worked out for another two or three hours. It was plausible to me, really.
I could barely even open my eyes at noon, and that was a rare barely.
With that body of his though, I should have figured. It was nothing but fine muscles, and a whole bunch of temptation.
By the time Fang finished, my mind had taken an entirely different route, one that split at the thought of Luke's body. That beautifully carved v-line of his could make a girl think over her morals the moment they had it in their hands; I knew from first hand experience. And, just the thought of those arms nearly had my legs wobbling in place, despite my still stature. And, his—
Wait a damn minute. A million, actually.
I shook my head, casting my gaze into a glare. I couldn't think like this right now. It was treacherous, and it was Luke. It was more than wrong.
