“Lucky you,” I drawled, a cocky smile forming on my lips.
“Arrogant ass.” She laughed before her face turned serious. “Do you still have the painting? Max’s associates will come looking for it, and I don’t—”
“I took care of it.”
“How?”
“You’ll see.”
She winkled her nose. “Cryptic much?”
“It’s a surprise, Red. You’ll see,” I repeated.
Jules huffed and dropped the subject, but I could tell she was intrigued. Nothing piqued her interest like a surprise.
Now, all I had to do was figure out how to reveal it…after I figured out how to retrieve those musical tickets I destroyed last week. I could fold both things into one.
I grazed my knuckles over her back in lazy strokes, content just to listen to her breathe, while she yawned and buried her face in my chest. Now that the high from sex was wearing off, exhaustion lined her face and shadowed her eyes.
“We’re going to have to tell Ava, you know,” she mumbled. “Eventually. Someday.”
“Don’t remind me.” I grimaced at the thought of Ava’s reaction. “How long do you think we should wait? A year? A decade?”
“A decade, or maybe a century. A century sounds good. She’ll be so…” Jules’s voice slowly drifted off.
I peeked down at her. Out cold, just like that.
Between what happened with Max, her bar exam, and our makeup, she must be worn out.
I kissed the top of her head and tucked her closer to me.
We could worry about Ava later.
For now, I wanted to enjoy the moments that belonged only to us.