Page 140 of The Incredible Ordinary

He opensthe door for me, and I walk into the beach house. Once again, I let my eyes move over the space that opens up in front of me. This place is huge, and there’s a spectacular view of the ocean from where I’m standing. I take a cursory glance before I turn around, because as much as I like the proximity of the beach, I have an even better view waiting for me.

Milán is leaning back against the door, watching me. Neither of us bothered to turn on the lights, so the room is dim, the only light coming from the moon outside and the Christmas lights still hanging outside the windows.

The day has rushed by.

Neither of us felt like taking too long a trip, so after scrolling through the possible options for a bit, we decided on a random small town on the coast.

We drove down here in the morning and wandered around the whole day. We went to see the lighthouse and took a long walk on the beach. It’s off season, so there weren’t a lot of people around—mostly just locals and a handful of people escaping the city for the weekend, like us. At the beach, the peace and quiet made it feel like we were the only two people in the world.

We had lunch in one of the small restaurants and wandered down the streets, randomly stepping into shops when mood struck or something caught our attention.

The weather is about as perfect as you can hope for in February. Cold, but not unbearably so. The sun was out for most of the day, and every now and then it snowed lightly.

We took a walk on the boardwalk. Milán gathered a handful of snow from the railing and threw it at the back of my head, then laughed like a fucking lunatic when I chased him down the trail to the beach and tackled him into the snow.

Later, we sat on the bench and watched the sunset paint the winter sky purple above the ocean.

He put his arm around me and pulled me against his side.

And everything feltjust right, but I almost didn’t even notice because… it’s been just right for a while now.

Just right is my new normal.

We walked back, hand in hand, grabbed dinner to go, then headed back to the house.

We both get changed. Sweats and T-shirts and bare feet. The house is warm, and it’s started snowing outside again. The couch is facing the window, so we settle in with our dinner, takeout boxes in hand and feet on the coffee table.

We eat and talk and laugh. Talk more. Laugh even more.

He takes the empty takeout box from my hands and puts it on the table before he moves closer and wraps his arms around me from behind. He leans his chin on my shoulder, and I listen to him breathe and watch the snow fall outside the window. And I feel ridiculously, incredibly, wonderfully happy.

He slides his hand around the side of my neck, and I turn my head. He kisses me, soft lips covering mine. I’m surrounded by his body and his scent. I relax into the kiss, and for a long time, that’s all we do. Kiss. Kiss until our lips are swollen and calm breaths have become soft moans.

Milán trails kisses down the back of my neck, and a shiver electrifies my skin.

“Bed?” he murmurs. His lips caress the shell of my ear.

I nod. Anticipation is a live wire underneath my skin.

I get up and hold out my hand to him. He grasps it, and I pull him to his feet. He follows me, still holding my hand.

The bedroom has floor-to-ceiling windows with the same ocean and snow view as the living room. There’s a huge bed and a fireplace that Milán turns on from the wall switch.

My heartbeat is loud but steady.

“This might be the most romantic room I’ve ever been in,” I say.

“It’s why I picked it. I’m planning to be memorable.”

I go and wrap my arms around his neck. “You’d be memorable anywhere.”

My fingers card through the hair at the back of his head. His hands slide down my back and sides to my ass. He squeezes it, and there’s a jolt in my chest.

“Turn,” he murmurs into my ear before he gently bites down on the lobe.

I do, and he wraps himself around me from behind. His lips descend on my neck again, planting kisses down the side and up the back to the nape. His hands start to move, wandering all over my chest and stomach. I lean back into him, relaxed and mellow. Those warm hands slip underneath my shirt, circling my waist.

My eyes drift shut, and I tilt my head to the side to give him better access to my neck. He bites down where my neck meets my shoulder, then licks over the mark he left there.