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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"You're nothing short of my everything." – Ralph Block ————————————————————
Chapter 68 <—————————————>
Maggie
"Norris," I heard a call from my side, followed up with, "Wake up, baby."
Just as I started to stir, I felt a set of familiar kisses being pressed to my face. The same lips continued on until they ended against mine.
Slowly, my eyes parted to the best sight of my life. Luke's handsome face was in my view, fingers lightly stroking over my cheek.
A small smile trailed over his lips at me. "Sleep good, Norris?"
"Mhm." I rubbed at my eyes with the back of my hand. "How long was I out for?"
"Three or four hours," he answered, craning his neck to kiss my forehead. Against the skin, he chuckled, teasing, "With those snores of yours, it's a miracle I didn't crash the car, angel. Damn near gave me a heart attack with the first one."
My gaze slid into a glare. "Stop lying."
He snickered, his expression full of humor. "Wish I was." I could read right through his bullshit. "I thought we had a flat or some shit when I heard them."
As soon as I tried to shift, I was stopped by the thick blanket sitting on top of me. I noticed that there was a pillow behind my head, as well.
I had drifted off minutes into the ride. The blanket and pillow weren't there when I first went to sleep, so I knew that Luke had stopped somewhere to grab it all from the trunk and placed it on me himself.
The thought placed my heart in his fist. Instead of words, I undid my seatbelt to get to him. As soon as I was close enough, I wrapped him in a hug.
Luke accepted it, immediately, stroking the back of my head. "What was this for?"
I shrugged, shutting my eyes to embrace the ripples of bliss. Being in his arms was the most homely thing in the world to me. "Just for being mine."
Chuckling, he kissed the corner of my neck he was in. As soon as we separated, he was getting out, then going to the trunk to get our bags.
As I turned my gaze forward, every other sense faded into the background, leaving only my astonishment. The mountain house was just as breathtaking as the pictures Luke had shown me.
The grand house stood amidst tall, flourishing trees that had clearly been carefully tended to over the years. They enveloped us like protective guardians against the outside world. Despite their towering presence, the snow-capped mountains loomed even higher, ensuring their dominance in the landscape.
