Lip Service (A Pleasure Chest Story) Page 9

  Her eyes open slowly, and she nods. “That true. It’s clearly why I’m marrying you. You’re the voice of reason.”

  The smile on my face feels like it’s going to break it open. “I’ll be whatever you need me to be.”

  Mayra kisses me, and that same deep feeling of contentment washes over me. This is perfect. She’s perfect.

  Suddenly she pulls away, mischief in her eyes. “Last one to the shower comes last!” she says, springing off the bed and racing for the bathroom, leaving chocolate footprints in the hall. I grin, waiting to follow her. I’m still aiming for a new record, and if I’m going to hit it today, I’ll gladly come last.

  I can’t stop smiling as I follow her.

  THE END

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