I smirked. “Well, at least you’re starting to know me a little better.”
“What do you say to horseback riding?”
My eyes nearly bucked out of my head. “Excuse you?”
He chuckled. “It could be fun. Plus, you’re a veterinarian. There’s no way you’re scared of horses.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose and dropped my head. “Uhh, yes, I am. I love them from afar, but if I don’t have to deal with them, I won’t.”
He stepped closer to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me in for a hug. I loved it when he buried his face in the crook of my neck. I held on to the back of his neck, not wanting to let him go.
“Aww, baby. If you’re scared, we can find something else to do. I don’t want you to get scared while you’re on the horse. Then they’ll freak out and throw you, and I’ll have to kill it.”
I fought the urge not to smile. In my heart, I do believe he’d kill that horse for me. Since I was a little girl, I had been terrifiedof horses. Of all the animals in the world, those were the ones that I feared. Many people told me I should fear snakes, but I don’t. I actually love them. I wouldn’t get one because of Pinks though.
“You’re too much. You know that, right?”
Nash chuckled and gently kissed my neck. It felt too good. “Yeah, I’m your too much too. Is there anything you’d like to do?”
I didn’t want to be the person who didn’t go along with the plan my man set for us. “I’ll give it a try.” Even after saying it, it didn’t sound true to my ears.
Nash shook his head. “Nah, we can find something else to do. How about we go to my house and cook together? We can make a seafood boil and watch Harry Potter movies. Would you like that?”
I beamed. “As long as I’m with you.”
He pulled back and stared me in my face. “Damn, you make it so easy to fall in love with you.”
My eyes widened at his words. His eyes widened too as he stared at me with his mouth dropped. “Nashton...”
Was he for real, telling me he loved me? I longed to hear those words from his mouth, but did he actually love me?
“What I’m saying is true. You’re making it easy for me to love you, Kenzlee. Hell, I’m halfway there now.”
I hugged him tightly. “I feel the same way.”
Later that night, Nash and I stood in his kitchen with all our ingredients. After leaving the gym, we headed to the grocerystore. He wanted to bake a pie too, a peach pie. I’d be watching him make it since I wouldn’t know what the hell I’d be doing.
“What do you want me to make?” I asked him.
He turned to me. “What do you want to do? This is a team effort. I’m not here to tell you what I want you to do. It’s what you want to do to help me.”
Nash was too damn sweet for his own good.
I sighed deeply. “Okay, fine. Let me start the water with the seasonings, onions, and peppers.” I reached for the bag that had everything I needed.
“Word. And while you do that, I can work on the butter sauce.”
Nash leaned over, wanting a kiss, and I made sure I didn’t disappoint him. After a peck, we got to work. He turned on the radio he had in his kitchen, and the Pandora station played Chris Brown’s song “Residuals.” We cooked and vibed. Every once in a while, we’d sing a lyric or two. Neither of us could hold a tune, and we’d laugh about it.
We could dance our ass off though. Yeah, I had a feeling this man would be my husband. He matched me in every way. I didn’t know when, nor did I know how long it would take, but I knew in my heart he was mine forever.
“Damn, baby, you got me wanting to get inside you,” he whispered in my ear as he held me from behind.
We slow dance together, rocking back and forth. The temperature heated up, and my body craved him. Would it always be like that with us? If so, I welcomed it. I needed it as much as I needed him.
By the time the food was ready, we were halfway lit with the singing and dancing we did. Nash then brought out a bottle of wine. We were feeling ourselves a little too much.
“I love these at-home dates we have,” I admitted when we sat down to eat.
