He approaches slowly, a smile spreading across his face. “What are they saying?”
“Well, somebody earlier called you my alleged husband. I guess they thought I made you up.”
He ducks his head to get into frame, his eyes moving awkwardly as he tries to figure out where to look. “Nah, I’m real.” He smiles sheepishly. “Sorry I’m half-naked. Just got out the shower.”
“I’m sure they don’t mind,” I say, and sure enough, the chat explodes with compliments.
He takes my hand, pulls me to my feet, then takes my seat in front of the ring light. I frown down at him, but relax when he pulls me onto his lap.
He kisses my cheek, and it’s extremely tender. I can’t help but lean into his touch, closing my eyes when his strong arms encircle my waist.
“Can I make a confession to your followers real quick?”
I open my eyes and frown at him again. “As long as you don’t embarrass me.”
“Why would I ever embarrass you?” he says with a grin. “Nah. I was just gonna say, well, for one, I appreciate the way y’all support my wife. I don’t know shit about makeup. Or TikTok. But I can see why y’all wanna watch her.” He brings his eyes to mine. “Obviously.”
I can’t help but smile.
“Nah, but I was gonna say…I watch sometimes, too. One time, before we got married, we weren’t really vibing like that. She was mad at me or something. Point being…I missed her. And I wenton her page just so I could see her face. And then I just started doing it sometimes when I’m at work or when she’s at school. Like I said, I don’t know shit about makeup, but I know how it feels when the woman you love is out of your reach and you just have to get a look at her. Just to remind yourself she’s yours.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and let my head rest against his.
“This woman is the best thing that ever happened to me,” he says. “That’s all. Just had to get that out.”
The chat goes wild.
But as for me? It’s the opposite. I feel calm. I feel warm. I feel relaxed. I feel like I wanna give this man everything, because he gives me what I’ve always craved but could never seem to find.
He really loves me.
And he sits with me, looking on proudly as I finish my look.
“What do you think?” I ask him, even though I don’t care. Not in a bad way. I care what my man thinks in general, but not about makeup. I’m simply playing along.
“I think…” he trails off, staring into my eyes. “I think you look just as beautiful right now as you do when you wake up in the morning.”
See what I mean?
That’s a fucking lie, but it’s okay. It’s a lie I like.
So after I end the live, I exit out of TikTok and go to my knees in front of Ace. Never in a million years would I have ever thought I'd be an eater, but that's what this man does to me.
"Are you still on live?" He asks through gritted teeth.
"Of course not. But I kinda wanna record this. Can I?"
His grinch-grin makes an appearance. "Long as you don't send it to anybody."
I shoot him a look.
Then, I press record, and I film myself sucking my husband's dick. I put on quite a show tonight, but he deserves.
After, he helps me put my stuff away and breaks down my ring light.
He’s a good man, Savannah.
Watching him, I feel a surge of something…pride maybe. I’m capable of loving someone else. Truly, genuinely loving them. I’ve doubted that for so long, sometimes believing it, sometimes talking myself out of it. But now I know it for fact.
