I laughed. “I got to do that anyway.”
Jae smiled and wiped a tear from his cheek. “You’re making me all emotional.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologise.” Jae gave me the briefest, sweetest kiss I’d ever tasted. “But maybe we should do something to change the mood.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“We could watch a film?” He leant back and swiped the remote control off the coffee table. “Or see what’s available to watch on demand?”
“Go for it.”
Jae turned and, still sitting on my lap, rested his back against my chest as he looked through the on-demand list of films. “What about a superhero movie?”
“I’m not really in the mood for that level of silliness. Are you?”
He shrugged. “No.”
I kissed his jaw. “What about something sexy?”
“Are there any sexy gay movies?”
“There must be. Check out the foreign-language section. I bet we’ll find something there.”
Jae glanced at me over his shoulder before dutifully moving to the foreign-language section. Sure enough, we found a selection of German movies about gay relationships that promised to be sexy.
“We’ll have to concentrate on the subtitles,” Jae said doubtfully. “Unless you speak German and can translate?”
I laughed. “Nope. I don’t speak German. I flunked high school French too. That was one of my regrets. I wish I’d paid more attention and tried to learn another language.”
“Me too. I did okay at French. I got a C at GCSE, but I could have done better. I’d want to brush up on my French if I ever get sent to walk the catwalk at Paris Fashion Week.”
“If?” I blew a raspberry against Jae’s neck, making him squirm and laugh.
“Fine. When.”
“That’s better. Does that mean you’d also want to learn Italian, Japanese, and Chinese? For when you walk the catwalk in Milan, Tokyo, and Shanghai?”
Jae turned so he was sitting sideways on my lap. His eyes were wide as he stared at me.
“What?”
“You remembered.”
“Of course. It was only a few days ago.”
“I know.” Jae smoothed my T-shirt over my chest. “You just keep getting better and better.”
“With age? Like red wine?”
He threw his head back as he laughed. Then he pressed his lips to mine. “You taste like red wine too—full-bodied and fruity.”
“Fruity?”
“Hush. I’m rolling with your analogy. Don’t pick holes. And yes, I want to learn at least enough to get by wherever I go. You know, say please and thank you, ask for directions, and be able to read a menu. That sort of thing.” He waved the remote control. “Subtitles?”
“Sure.”
