“Oh my God, that’s not what he thought.”
“You don’t know that. He asked me if it was something I liked. Jesus Christ, Lilly, that’s not something a gothi should know.”
“Well . . . do you like them?”
He gives me a hardened look that nearly scares me right out of my heels. “Don’t fucking start right now.” He pushes his hand through his hair. “I need to go for a walk.”
“Why?” I ask as I move toward him. “You can’t go for a walk. We’re talking.”
“I think you’ve done enough talking.”
He heads for the door, but I move in front of him. “Keller, stop. You’re being sensitive. That was barely a thing. We even laughed about the hard-on.”
“You don’t get it, Lilly. I don’t talk about that shit . . . ever. I barely talk to Lara about what I like, how I feel. I don’t need my personal life waved like a flag in front of someone else. Someone I don’t know. Someone I don’t trust.”
“What the hell did you expect would happen when we went to these classes?” Did he honestly think we were going to skate through them? I’m new to these types of things, but what I gathered from what I was told, we would have to do more than skim the surface of our relationship.
“That we were going to talk about communication and move on. I didn’t think we would get into anything too personal. Or get into the details of our anatomy. It’s asking too much from us to share that information with a stranger.”
“He’s a man of the clergy.”
“No, he’s not,” Keller says. “He’s not religious at all. He’s not a priest, pastor, or anything like that. He’s a man who has been certified to go through these classes with couples. That’s it.”
“Wait, he’s not a man of God?”
“No, Jesus Christ, Lilly. You thought he was a man of God, and you’re talking to him about your nipple piercings?”
“Just be happy I didn’t tell him about the clit piercing.” I try to offer him a cute smile, but it falls flat.
“You’re saving that for the next session.” He reaches for the door, but I stop him again.
“Please don’t be mad at me. Okay? I’m sorry. I just get a little babbly when I’m nervous. Now that I’ve met him, I’m sure everything will be fine now, okay?”
When he doesn’t say anything, I move between him and the door and place my hands on his thick, hot chest.
“Please, Keller. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you or give away your private information. Please forgive me. I can’t stand it when you’re upset with me.”
Looking toward the ceiling in frustration, he heaves a large sigh before meeting my gaze. “You drive me fucking crazy, Lilly.” The tension and the anger have moderately faded while he pulls me into a much-needed hug.
Snuggling in close, I ask, “Do I make you crazy, or . . . do I keep you on your toes?”
“Both.” He presses a kiss to the top of my head. “I’m still going for a walk. I’m tense and I need to walk it off before dinner tonight.”
“Okay, but promise me you still love me.”
He tilts my chin up so our eyes meet. “I’ll forever and always love you. There’s no changing that, even with your wild, unstoppable mouth.”
“Good.” I stand on my tippy-toes and press a kiss to his jaw. “I’ll love you forever and always as well . . . my king.”
He lets out a deep groan before gripping my neck and moving his mouth to mine where he blisters my mouth with his hot kisses. Yes, this is my happy place, when he has command over my body and gives me exactly what I need, his heart, his soul.
If I know one thing for sure, no matter how angry we might be at each other, this right here, this is our happy place.
This is where we belong, in each other’s arms.
I’m about to wrap one leg around his when he pulls away and lightly whispers, “Mine,” in my ear.
I melt, right there, in front of him.
