I put my finger over his lips. “You can have some when”—I yawn—“we’re less sleepy.” I let my eyes drift shut. “I didn’t get to see your orgasm face.”
“I saw yours.”
I grimace.
“It was beautiful. You’re beautiful.” He pecks a kiss on my cheek. “And you make great cakes.”
“You only want me for my food.”
“Well, they do say the way to a man’s heart is via his stomach.”
“I shouldn’t have any trouble getting to your heart, then,” I muse.
“No trouble at all.” Addy sighs. “You’ve had a place in my heart for a long time, Fitz.”
I know that, but it’s still nice to hear.
Chapter13
Adrian
“It’s a bit cold for a picnic, isn’t it?” Fitz asks as we walk hand in hand through the park.
The unseasonal warmth that encouraged the blossom to bloom early has all but gone, leaving a cold snap in its wake.
“I thought it would be romantic.” I let go of his hand and put my arm around him, hugging him close. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you warm.”
He smiles up at me, his cheeks pinking slightly. He’s wearing a beanie hat that covers most of his hair, a long woollen scarf, mittens, and a navy-blue duffle coat. He looks like Paddington Bear in human form.
We find a spot under the branches of three cherry trees and lay our massive picnic blanket down. I’ve prepared the food. All Fitz had to add was something for dessert.
“What made you decide to take the day off?” Fitz asks as I start to lay the food out.
It’s nothing fancy. Unlike Fitz, I don’t have much skill at cooking. I can make perfectly acceptable food, but I’m notgoodat it and lack the imagination for experimenting. I’ve put together a potato salad, sandwiches, pork pies, scotch eggs, sausage rolls, and chicken drumsticks. Fitz’s contribution is a traybake cake. I’ve also included a bottle of water and some fizzy fruit juice.
“I wanted to spend time with you.”
“Aww.”
“We don’t have any days off together,” I point out.
“True.”
“And a night-time picnic in February would be a lot less pleasant than a daytime one.”
Fitz laughs. “And alotcolder.”
It’s a crisp day without a cloud in sight. The sky is a very pale blue. Aside from those that have blossomed, all the trees in the park are still bare. There will be an explosion of fresh green leaves in another month or two as nature wakes up fully. But blossom season is my favourite time of the year, even if it does come early.
It’s Thursday, almost a week since Valentine’s Day. We had a quiet day planned at work, so Luca was okay with letting me have the day off without much notice. Things are starting to get less awkward between me and Fitz, partly because we both enjoyed frotting on Valentine’s Day and again before Fitz went to A Spot of Tea on Saturday morning and several more times since then.
Fitz picks up a sandwich and checks the filling. “Marmalade?”
“I knew you’d be dressed up like Paddington Bear.”
Fitz flips me off and then bites into the sandwich. “Strawberry.”
“With no seeds, just the way you like it.”
