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2 years later...

I've been up and dressed for an hour and Luna still isn't up so I decide to wake her. Jogging up the stairs, I head into her room where I find her sleeping peacefully in bed with the comforter just below the curve of her bum and her face in the pillow. I love how she still sleeps in my shirt that I gave her the first time I met her. It's still my favorite sight to see in the morning.

Walking up to the bed, I pull the sheets back and climb in on the other side, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her into me. She snuggles closer and I laugh just before sending a sharp smack to her round, fat, a--.

She slaps me in the chest, turning away from me and falling back to sleep with a huff. I laugh and pull her back into me, placing soft kisses to the back of her neck. For a few seconds she will be mad, but she'll get over it. Most of the time she does.

I squeeze her side and kiss behind her ear. "Come here."

A soft whine leaves her lips, but she still turns into me and wraps her arms around my waist. "How long did you wake me up before my alarm?"

"I think 5 minutes."

"You're so mean," she mumbles against my chest.

"I was bored," I confess.

Her eyes flutter open and lock with mine. "You could've made me breakfast."

No. "It's your turn."

She shakes her head and slips her fingers underneath my shirt, tracing the grooves of my abs. I like when she does that. But I do not like when she tells me that I have to make breakfast because I woke her up from her sleep. When I try to apologize she tells me that she doesn't accept. Laughing, I push her curls out of her face and look down at her slightly freckled nose before placing a kiss to it. It makes her smile and I know I'm forgiven.

Then her alarm goes off and she surprises me with a punch to the arm before pushing off of me and climbing out of bed to her bathroom. I climb out and follow her, but she closes the door in my face.

"Love muffin!" I yell through the door.

I hear her snort. "Your nicknames get worse every time. What do you want?"

"What do you want for breakfast?" I question back.

"Waffles, bacon and eggs."

"Orange juice, apple juice, or coffee?"

The water starts and turns into the spray of a shower. "Coffee. Can you put apple juice in my thermos?"

"Ok."

I head back downstairs knowing that it doesn't take extremely long for Luna to get ready. She showers for no more than 15, brushing her teeth and washing her face while in there. Then she air dries while fixing her hair, finally she slips on her clothes and grabs her satchel that she prepared the previous night. If you're wondering how I know this, we talked about it a month after she had been staying with me.

Like clockwork Luna comes downstairs at 7:45 as I'm plating the food. She wears a form fitting shirt and tight jeans that hug her curves and torture me to no extent. Then she stretches and I can see the slight imprint of her nipples through the cotton fabric of her shirt. Her hair is pulled up into a ponytail, and I know for a fact that I am screwed. Living with Luna has been...something.

Taking her hand before she can reach her prepared plate of food, I pull her into me and look down at her. "Are you wearing a bra?" I question against her ear, moving my grip around to her waist.

All she does is shrug, informing me that it didn't matter if she was wearing one or not because it was none of my concern. That pissed me off a little so I just nod and release her, taking a seat at the island next to her and digging into breakfast. Fifteen minutes later we are leaving the apartment and heading to the bureau.

When we get there I am pissed even more the hell off as Luna's nerd boyfriend approaches. He's a tech geek and seriously obsessed with Luna. It's annoying. Everyone here knows that Luna is off limits and it's not because I want her but because if they try something with her I will kill them. But this boy doesn't back down.

Wrapping my arm around Luna's waist, I hold her against my side and walk to my desk, sitting her in the designated free spot on the corner of my desk. Then I sit in my chair and roll between her legs, resting my head on her thighs. She plays with my hair and turns to the tech geek. I never bothered to learn his name.

I don't listen until I hear him ask her out. Is he blind? I look up to Luna awaiting her answer.

"I would love--"

"CARTER!" David interrupts. "Masbourian."

Shit. Standing to my feet, I turn Luna's attention back to me and place a soft kiss to her ear, whispering, "Say no."

She just looks at me as I walk off and I have no way to know what she's going to say next because there are more important matters than a little boy asking her out.

Masbourian.