I frantically shook my head. “No. No, it’s not. You bit your lip!”
He pulled his head back and stared at me. “Oh no. You’ve got another fever. You’re not making any sense.”
Laughing, I shook my head.
“No, you bit your lip a second ago, and it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He drew in his brows. “I did?”
“Yes, it made me weak in the knees.”
Leaning down, he brushed his lips over mine. “Please let me feed you something, then I promise I’ll make love to you.”
I smiled. As much as I wanted him this moment, I couldn’t deny the fact that I was starving and food sounded better than sex.
“Fine. But only because I’m so hungry.”
His dimpled smile almost made me rethink my decision. He opened the shower door and stepped out, taking my hand in his to help me out. Then he wrapped a towel around himself and then me. Lifting me, he carried me to the bedroom. I buried my face into his neck and let out the most contented sigh of my life.
“Morg
an, you are so precious.”
Tears stung at the back of my eyes and all I could do was whisper his name.
“Blake.”
He set me down, gently dried me off, and then dressed me in a T-shirt and sweatpants. It was the sweetest thing any man had ever done for me, though I didn’t miss that he neglected to put a bra or panties on me.
“Pinch me,” I said when he brushed my hair and then put it in the worst-looking ponytail I’d ever seen.
“Pinch you? Why would I do that?” he asked with a laugh.
“Because I have to be dreaming. No man stays with a woman for days, taking care of her while she has the flu, then bathes her and dresses her, all while dropping sweet kisses on her forehead or the tip of her nose.”
Blake stared at me and then shrugged. “I guess I’m different then.”
My heart swelled in my chest. “Yes, you are,” I said softly, lifting onto my tippy toes and kissing him.
He took my hand in his and led me out to the living room.
“Sit while I make you something to eat.”
I did as he asked, watching him walk into the kitchen and smiling as I took in his fabulous ass. Desire bloomed in my lower stomach, and I chewed on my lip to keep from cat calling him.
With a sigh, I spied my work laptop and reached for it. Positioning it on the throw pillow, I pulled up my schedule. Blake had somehow managed to reschedule everyone. I scanned the schedule for tomorrow. Three, and all of them in the morning.
I was about to say something when I looked up and gasped. Closing my laptop, I tossed it onto the sofa and made my way over to the corner of my living room. The white lights blinked off and on, pulling me closer. A slight sob slipped from between my lips as I reached out and touched one of the handmade hearts that dangled from the tree.
“It’s not much of a Christmas tree, but it was the best I could do while you were sleeping. I found your tree, but not the ornaments, so I cut some out of the colored paper in your office.”
I spun around and looked at Blake standing there. My throat felt thick and heavy, and my body instantly warmed with a feeling I had never experienced.
Was this what true love was? Real love? When someone loved you so much they would put up a Christmas tree in the spring and decorate it with handmade ornaments?
“You did this? For me?”
He nodded. “Yes.”