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“Are you kidding me?” Erika said, her eyes narrowing as she read the black print on my gray shirt. It boldly declared, ‘I am the king, bow down to me.’
“You like it?” I asked, grinning like a fool.
“Hell fucking no,” she shot back, shaking her head in disbelief. “How arrogant. Where did you even get that shirt?”
“Talon gave it to me a few years ago. I don’t wear it much.”
“So you put it on for me?” she asked, crossing her arms.
I smirked, stepping closer and grasping the tie on her robe, pulling her toward me. “You should wear it because I would bow down for you anytime.”
“I don’t want you to bow down to me. I just want your love,” she said, her voice softening as she looked up at me.
“You have it,” I whispered, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on her lips. “Now, let’s eat before you faint.”
With a playful smile, she nodded, and together we headed to the kitchen, ready to start our day in a way that felt right—together.
CHAPTER 28
Erika
“I’m nervous,” I admitted, glancing at Lincoln as I debated which outfit would make the best first impression.
“Don’t be,” Lincoln replied, his tone warm and reassuring. “My parents don’t bite.”
“But it’s the first time I’m meeting them,” I said, the anxiety still gnawing at me.
“They’ll love you. They already do, and you haven’t even met them yet.”
“How can they love me?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“I’ve told them about you. They’re very happy I found you.”
I pulled a pink cashmere sweater from my closet, holding it up against the black jeans I was wearing. “How does this look together?”
“I prefer something that shows a little cleavage,” he teased, his eyes lighting up.
I smirked, the tension in my chest loosening just a bit. “I bet you do.”
“Erika, please?” he coaxed, his voice dipping in that irresistible way of his.
“I don’t want your parents to think I’m cheap.”
Lincoln raised his eyebrows, a hint of amusement in his gaze. “For showing a little cleavage?”
“Maybe the next time I meet them, but not now.”
“They would never think you were cheap. Wear the sweater, if you promise to give me some of that sexy cleavage when we get back here.”
“Who says I want you to sleep over?” I shot back, but the playful challenge in my tone was obvious.
“If you would just agree to move in with me, we could be together all the time.”
“We are together all the time. When was the last time we didn’t share a bed?”
“When we were separated.”
“And here we are two months later, and we’ve shared a bed every night since.”
