“Okay, good, good.” I let out a heavy breath as if our entire relationship was depending on his answer. It really wasn’t. “So that means thereissomething.” A grin spreads on my lips as I lay myself over him, bringing us even closer while folding my arms beneath my chin.
“There is.”
I roll my eyes. “Will you just spit it out already? You know I’m not very patient with these guessing games.”
“That I know.” He laughs, his fingers gliding through my strands at the back of my head. “I’ve kind of always liked the idea of filming ourselves during the act.”
I blink a few times, taking a moment to process his words. “You want to make a porn video… that’s your fantasy?”
“Yeah.” He shrugs. “Not to post online or anything like that, just have the adrenaline rush of knowing it’s being filmed. And well, it gives us a nice little souvenir to revisit.”
“Oh,” I say quietly, unsure how I feel about that.
“You don’t like that idea,” he says, picking up on my hesitation as his eyes search mine.
“No, it’s not that. I just don’t know if I’d be able to do that. I think I’d focus too much on the camera and struggle with performing, you know? I think if I didn’t know the camera was there, it would be easier.”
“So you’d be okay with making one together as long as you didn’t know about the camera?” he questions, speaking every word slowly.
“Yeah. I think so.” I shrug. “And as long as no one else ever saw it.”
“Of course.” A smile takes over his perfect lips. “You really are perfect for me.” Then he threads his fingers through my hair and claims my lips.
We make out for a few minutes until I pull away with a content sigh and reclaim my place at his side. “Do you think it’s too late to call Little Tulip?” I ask quietly. “I miss her.”
I feel him smile against my forehead while his fingers trail up and down my spine. “No, I don’t think it’s too late.”
“Okay, good.” I lean my head back and kiss the underside of his jaw. “Best Valentine’s Day ever.”
“The best.”
Chapter twenty-one
Emma
This is DEFCON 1, Ford!
~ One Week Later ~
“So, you think you guys will make the playoffs this year?” I ask Greyson as we drive down to Clay and Morgan’s place after being invited over for a buffet-style lunch.
Apparently, something went wrong with Morgan’s online shopping order, and she received an ungodly amount of food. Lucky for her, she happens to be surrounded by big hockey players with even bigger appetites.
“Definitely. Our team is rock solid this year with the trades and changes Coach made. Right now we’re at the top of our division. So we’ll likely get clinched next month,” he answers with a proud smile but doesn’t take his eyes off the road.
“I’m happy for you guys. I hope you win it. You deserve it.” And they do. Last year they made the playoffs but didn’t make it past the second round. I have a good feeling for this year.
“How are things going with yours and Cece’s business idea?” he asks, peering my way for a second.
“Well, it’s mostly Cecilia’s idea, she just wants me to do it with her,” I say, looking out the window. When I turn to look at him, he gives me a disapproving look.
I bite my lip to try and hide my smile. “Anyway, things are going pretty well. It’s still just the start, so it’s more just spreading the idea and seeing if people are interested. We found an office space and are looking into hiring people. We already have a few companies who would like to sponsor us. And we’re looking into families who deal with financial assistance; those will be our target audience at first.”
“That’s a good plan. If you guys need any help with anything, let me know. We’re already spreading the word with the reporters that interview us after the games. So you guys should get rolling pretty quickly once the launch is ready.” He turns with a smile as we pull up to Morgan and Clay’s.
We get inside and Greyson puts Gracie down with Dante in the designated play area before we join our friends in the kitchen. “Wow… that’s a lot of food…” I say, eyeing the counter that’s overflowing with dishes.
“And a lot of brussels sprouts… why so many brussels sprouts?” Grey asks as he stands beside me with a strange look on his face.
