“Um… I didn’t memorize the English version.”
He stares at me patiently and I know I’m trapped. My throat tightens. I am great at reciting words other people have written, or memorizing ones I have taken the time to devise. I’m not so confident I’m that articulate when improvising. Not for something as important as this. But it’s not like I have a choice now.
“Um…” I cough. “Something about really liking you. Ah… wanting to grow old together because you are the light of my life, my soul mate, the only one I want… and a whole heap of more poetic stuff.”
I have a brief moment to lament how terribly this is all going and then he is kissing me. One of his electric, universe altering, soul deep kisses. I return it with all of the passion in my heart. I like his answer very much. I don’t need the wordy version. He is communicating his feelings just fine.
As I come up for air, I moan, “Enzi,” tenderly.
“Enzi?” he questions.
I grin as I lean my forehead against his. “Can’t be saying three whole syllables my entire life. In fact, it’s gonna end up one syllable. Enzs or Zi or Honey Dumplings.”
His sapphire eyes light up with sheer delight and he chuckles. “Honey Dumplings is longer than my name.”
“Shh,” I say, as I start kissing him again.
I’m definitely calling him Honey Dumplings from now on.
Chapter thirty
Mackenzie
Movinghousewhenyoudon’t own anything is ridiculously easy. I hadn’t realized that Kit had been renting and all the furniture belonged to the house. It was a perfect excuse to buy new everything.
Curled up on the sofa with his laptop, choosing furniture and appliances would remain one of my happiest memories. I’m almost sad those evenings are over. Everything has been delivered and set up in the new house. Last night we packed up our clothes, so today all we need to do is grab our bags, Kit’s exercise bike and laptop, and we are good to go.
I’m nearly giddy with excitement. A new chapter in our life together. Our forever home.
I’m standing here, staring at our bags, frozen in place by all the emotions storming through me. Kit comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. I lean back into his embrace with a contented sigh.
“Ready to go, Honey Dumplings?”
Despite my best intentions, his stupid nickname for me makes me grin. I’ve tried getting him to stop it, but he is resolute. Guess I’m stuck with it now. I don’t even hate how much I love it. I’m just never going to let him know that. Of course, I’m pretty sure he already does. Perceptive bastard. Fine, I’ll just never confess. I need to keep some dignity.
Together, we grab our bags and head for the new house. As soon as we get there, Kit drops his bag, runs straight out to the back and jumps into the pool with a whoop and all his clothes on. I follow at a far more sedate pace and grin at him from the edge of the water. He has always wanted a pool, it’s a big moment for him. I’m so happy to be able to help him achieve it. He has contributed a fair amount towards our new home, but it’s going to take him a few more years until his wealth matches my own. I have every confidence he will achieve it. He is hugely talented and extremely handsome.
“Come in!” he calls excitedly. “The water is lovely!”
Grinning, I pull off my tee shirt and strip off to my briefs. His little gasp of appreciation is immensely gratifying. People have always admired my body, but I love it when he does. I jump into the water and join him. He is right, this is wonderful, but I’m pretty sure it’s not the water temperature making it that way. It’s him. It’s always him.
A few hours later and I’m trying to hold on to that thought. He is going to make this wonderful. Even though I feel ridiculous and nervous. What on earth was I thinking? Cain stares back at me from the mirror. Pilfering my costume from set was ridiculously easy. Sneaking it back will not be a problem. What might be a problem is Kit thinking I’ve utterly lost my mind.
I take a deep breath to calm myself. Surprising him by wearing a peace tee shirt and pink panties a few weeks ago had been very successful. I grin at the memory.
If only I was brave enough to ask Mother if I could come collect my things so that I could reclaim the original tee shirt, but never mind. The substitute had worked well enough.
If he loved that, he is going to love this. With that thought in mind, I head out to find him. It doesn’t take long. He is in the gym, positioning his exercise bike.
I lean in the doorway like Cain would, and cross my arms.
“You think there is anywhere you can hide and I can’t find you?” I say. It’s a line from the show.
Kit whips around, and his jaw drops as his eyes grow huge. He seems frozen in place. As if he can’t process what he is seeing.
I smirk. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me when I’m in costume.”
He slowly starts walking towards me. The look in his eyes makes my cock start to fill. He is getting the idea now. Though, just to make things perfectly clear, maybe I should give him a little help.
