Jimmy waited, his breath miserably trapped in his throat. He didn’t dare ask a third time, but he wouldn’t give in. He needed this.
“I love you,” Cold finally said, his voice husky in his vulnerability and nearly trembling, his eyes wild with a deep need and intense passion.
He said it. Cold had actually said it.
It was in English and plainly spoken, and Jimmy could hardly believe it. His eyes were stinging with tears as he croaked, “Say it again.”
“I love you, James David Poe,” Cold said, more firmly and sure. “You’re equally the most stubborn and the most beautiful man I’ve ever met. I envy your compassion and your tender heart, how fearlessly you give your affection. You’re intelligent, clever, utterly insatiable, and—”
Jimmy kissed him, his tongue snatching away all those sweet praises. Not a single one could compare to the joy of having heard Cold finally say that he loved him.
Sighing softly, Cold shifted between Jimmy’s legs as they kissed. It was so natural for Jimmy to wrap his lean body around Cold’s, strung out on the adrenaline of their nasty blowout and the new passion they’d found in this moment.
“Glad to see you guys worked it out,” Jules said cheerfully, noisily licking some mustard off his fingers. “The key to a happy marriage is good communication.”
“I still haven’t said yes!” Jimmy protested, moaning softly when Cold kissed him again. He ran his fingers up in Cold’s short hair and mumbled, “Mmm, still haven’t... mmmmph.”
“Good luck with that,” Jules laughed, sauntering back toward the door. He was still snickering as it shut behind him, cackling down the hall as he went.
“The wedding isn’t for another month,” Cold said breathlessly, his hands roaming down Jimmy’s stomach. “You’ll say yes.”
“I’m still mad at you,” Jimmy huffed as he struggled to resist Cold’s advances, “and you haven’t technically asked me.”
“We’re already married,” Cold argued. “Asking you is pointless.”
“We’re only married because you faked it,” Jimmy grumbled. “I’m not saying yes to the wedding until you ask me properly. A month, right? You have a month to come up with the perfect way to propose to me.”
Cold curled up his lip, sighing exasperatedly, “That is ridiculously unnecessary, and you know it. You are very frustrating.”
“Mmm, but you love me,” Jimmy taunted impishly.
“Yes,” Cold said. “Yes, I do.”
Chapter Two
“We will be meetingwith the wedding planner this afternoon,” Cold announced over lunch. “Four o’clock sharp.”
