After taking a quick shower, Damien Taylor leaned over and gently kissed Amelia Johnson on her slightly swollen lips, hesitating to part. “Tomorrow, I’m taking you somewhere.”
“Where are we going?” Amelia looked at him curiously.
“If I tell you, then what’s the point of a surprise? Just wait and see.” Damien gave her cheek a playful pinch and then added, “Oh, and don’t lock the window next time. How else am I supposed to sneak in?”
“Okay,” Amelia nodded obediently.
“Get some rest, good night.”
“Want me to walk you out?”
“It’s late already. I’ll just slip out quietly, won’t hang around.”
Honestly, Damien had his own little reason—Amelia’s cheeks were warm and flushed right now, looking adorably tempting. He wasn’t about to let anyone else get a look.
They got a lit
