Loving the Homewrecker (BOOK 3)

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Adora
6 months later

I woke up and brushed my hair away from my mouth, my eyes fluttering open slowly.

I smiled as soon as I saw Santiago, his back muscles rippling with every movement he made as he slid his shirt on.

I stretched and let out a yawn, making him turn around and smile.

"Good morning, love," I greeted, smiling over at him.

He just smiled and sat down beside me, slipping on his shoes. I traced my fingers up his back, making his jaw muscle flex.

I wrapped an arm around his neck and pressed a kiss to his cheek, hopping out of bed. I walked in the bathroom and sighed, fixing my hair as I looked at myself in the mirror. Santiago's shirt was falling off my shoulder, but it was the most comfortable shirt I'd ever worn.

I brushed my teeth and hair, turning off the bathroom light as I leaned against the doorframe.

"I'm going to get the cake," he said, looking over at me.

"Twelve," I said, "they're twelve. That means we're getting older, you know?"

He chuckled and stood up, an eyebrow cocked up. He walked over to me and I watched as he did so, my bottom lip in between my teeth.

He grabbed my chin, grinning down at me. "You don't look a day over-"

"Ten? Thanks."

He laughed and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me into him.

"Did you sleep well, on me, all night?" He asked.

I laughed, wrapping an arm around his neck. "Believe it or not, you're a very good pillow. I mean, I usually prefer the plushy ones instead of firm-"

He just cocked an eyebrow up at me and I giggled. I pressed a kiss to his lips and smiled.

"You're off today, right?" He asked.

"Yes sir," I answered, "it's the boys' day, and I wasn't missing it."

He just smiled and I felt his hand glide around to my backside, my lips pulling up into a grin. "It's eight o'clock, Mr. King."

"Well," he began, "it just so happens that your ass looks good at all times of the day, so I don't care what time it is."

I giggled. "Smooth."

I pulled away from him and walked over to the bed, plopping down on it.

"I'm going to go get the cake before the boys wake up," he said, "I'll be back in a few minutes."

I just smiled up at him and puckered my lips out.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips, smiling.

"I love you," he whispered.

Even after six months, I got butterflies. Even after him saying it once every hour, even after him saying it all the time, I still wasn't accustomed to the feeling of such perfection.

"I love you," I answered, smiling against his lips.

He pulled away and shot me a wink, making me watch as he walked away.

"Hate to see you leave, but love to watch you walk away," I sang, making him laugh and shake his head.

"Keep the boys asleep."

"Will do," I said, smiling as he closed the door behind him.

And with that, I fell back in bed.