Page 102 of One Midnight Kiss

“I haven’t even started wooing you.”

She looked happy. Content. And that was everything.

The doors opened, and we stepped out into the lobby. The coffee shop in the lobby was busy as usual. I reached for her hand, squeezing it as we walked over to the counter.

The barista, a muscular guy in his mid-thirties with tattoos covering his arms, looked up from his espresso machine, an easy grin on his face. “Hey, Fox. Your usual?”

“Yes please, and whatever the lady likes.”

We took our coffees, but instead of going right back to the elevator, we sat down at one of the small tables.

“How is the launch going?” she asked.

“Amazing,” I said. “Thanks to you.”

“You’re the one who created it.”

“Still, without your ideas, none of this would be happening.”

We sat in silence, nursing our coffees and watching the world go by.

“Thank you,” she said. “I appreciate that.”

“You’re welcome. I love you.”

“I love you.” She laughed. “You’re so cheesy.”

“But you’re stuck with me now.”

“Am I?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she took a sip of her coffee.

I leaned across the table, lowering my voice. “You said yes, didn’t you?”

She smiled. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “I did.”

“So,” I said, after a while. “What’s next for us?”

She tilted her head, studying me. “You tell me, Mr. CEO. You’re the one with the plan.”

“The plan is simple,” I said. “We build something amazing together. We’re going to have it all. The house. The family. The picket fence. All of it.”

“I like that plan.”

For the first time in a long time, I felt like everything was exactly as it should be. Like I had everything I needed, right here in front of me.

And I wasn’t about to let it go.