“Yeah,” Travis smiled. “And now look at us.”
“Travis said you saved him,” I hinted, wanting to know more on that.
“Ah, yes,” Kenna said, a sad smile on her face as she thought about that time. “I had to go to a conference for a doctor’s convention. I hate those. Anyhow, as I was about to leave the hospital where it was held, I ran into Travis. He had his arm sliced open, and although it was fairly good wrapping, he needed stitches.”
“With having my ins into the hospital, I knew the best doctor there and got him cleaned up and taken care of. Of course, afterward, he had to tell me all his woes about how he got hurt in the first place.”
“She’s good at that,” Travis said quietly.
“He got hurt from trying to climb a barbed wire fence, just to get information, at least that is what he said,” she finished.
“I was trying to find out if what Aaron had said was the truth,” Travis said almost sheepishly. “At least it finally brought us together.”
“Color?” Zachariah asked as Travis and Kenna kissed sweetly.
“Green, Sir,” I answered, giving him a relaxed smile.
Everything was just fine.
Zach snapped his fingers, telling the waitress to bring out the food. I had expected more than just simple chicken sandwiches and French fries.
“Thought simple was good today,” Zach answered my unasked question.
“Simple is always good,” Travis said as he began to dig in.
Kenna cleared her throat, looking at him in warning. He instantly dropped the food he had picked up onto Kenna’s plate instead of his own.
“They do things backwards when it comes to who eats first,” Zachariah explained. “Like with us, I make sure you get food first, because you are my sub, and I like that you eat first. For them, Kenna likes to have her food dished out on her plate before Travis gets his own.”
“Oh,” I said. Was that all I could come up with?
“Don’t worry,” Kenna said. “He tends to forget about table manners. That’s why I do it this way.”
“I don’t mind,” Travis said before shoving a bite of food into his mouth after he plated food for his Mistress.
I gave a small smile as my stomach growled in hunger. After getting my own food, and waiting for Zach to plate his food also, I then picked up my sandwich, taking a bite out of it.
Although the flavoring was perfect, it sunk like a rock in the pit of my stomach.
“How did you two decide on what to call each other?” I asked, trying to ignore the way my stomach protested against the food. Was I possibly coming down with the flu?
“I call Travis my bunny during playtime,” Kenna answered.
“I wore stupid bunny ears one year, and it stuck,” Travis grumbled out.
“You love it,” Kenna winked at him. He didn’t protest against it. “I like to be called Mistress during playtime only. I’m not into twenty-four seven play. Sometimes we’ll take a whole weekend every few months, but otherwise, I just like to be calledhis. He knows by the tone of my voice on what I want. He is mine, and I don’t share. If you noticed, he has a bracelet on the wrist that matches my necklace. It’s not too manly, but claims him as mine.”
I forced a few more bites down, but after that, I gave up, setting the sandwich back down on the plate. Fearing it would come back up, I excused myself to the bathroom, acting as though nothing was bothering me.
