We both clear the table and load the dishwasher. We sneak glances at each other until everything is cleared, and we both grab another drink and head to the living room. You can tell a family lives here and can feel the love and warmth within these walls. We both take a seat, and I know she wants to say something with the way she keeps opening and closing her mouth, so I wait her out.
“So I have to apologize for the other day. I shouldn’t have accused you of being an escapee at the mental hospital, nor should I have kicked you like that. In my defense, you talked like a crazy person with that wife and kids stuff, so I panicked. Trust me, not my finest moment in life.” Her face goes all red with her reliving all that, and now she won’t meet my eyes.
“Tink, look at me, please.” I wait till she meets my eyes again before I pour everything that I’m feeling out, and hopefully, she doesn’t kick me out by the end.
“I meant every word I said yesterday. I knew that you would be a big part of my life the moment I saw you. My life finally felt complete, my soul recognized yours, and I knew you were meant to be mine. What do you say, Tink? Will you be mine?” She opens her mouth and asks a question I wasn’t expecting, but I shouldn’t be surprised at this point.
“Why do you call me Tink?” I’m pretty sure she mumbles under her breath about being a hot mess, but I can’t be too sure. Not the way I saw this going, but I’ll go with it.
“Well, you’re tiny, and you’re like my own fairy princess. But don’t worry Tink. Whenever you need help with the top shelf, I’ll be there to help always.” I shrug my shoulders while smiling at her and watch as her eyes narrow on me. Shit, maybe that wasn’t the smartest thing to say.
“I’m not that tiny, thank you very much. You’re just an overgrown caveman. You ever think of that?” She’s on a roll, and all I can do is stare at her lips as she talks, wanting nothing more than to kiss the shit out of her right now. Fuck it. I’m going for it.
I slam my lips down on hers, making her squeak but hear her quickly moan and melt into me. The taste of her lips on mine is heaven, and I can’t seem to get enough of her. She tentatively opens her mouth, allowing me in. I slow down the kiss, knowing that things will get out of hand if I don’t soon, and I don’t think she is ready for that yet. I pull back, the both of us breathing heavily and placing a small, sweet kiss on the corner of her mouth. Her lips are swollen and red, and her eyes are glazed.
“Say you’re mine Tink.” Before I even finish asking, she’s already nodding her head yes.
“I’m yours, Simon.” She whispers out.
Thank fuck because Nana’s plan B was a little scary. It involved a cabin in the woods and kidnapping my future wife, not that I would ever tell her that.
Chapter 3
I’m bad at yoga, but I’m great at wearing yoga pants.
Ever since I woke up, I've been floating on a cloud. Last night was one of the best nights of my life. After Simon asked me to be his, it rendered me speechless and in true Lily fashion. I decided to ask a dumb-ass question. I wanted to smack myself, but not once did I think he would ever ask that. I really should thank Nana for this. I mean, I won't because she will meddle all the time, but the sentiment is there.
We watched a movie while he held me throughout the whole thing. Not one inch separated us. He gave me a toe-curling kiss before he left and told me to be ready by five for our date. I want Simon like I need air to breathe, which scares me. He has the power to break me, and I don't think I would ever recover from that heartbreak. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him to stay the night, but of course, I chickened out at the last minute. I almost blurted out that I loved him, that I loved him the moment our eyes met from across the yoga studio. I had to excuse myself and rush to the bathroom before saying it.
I'm excited about our date. So excited in fact, that I've changed about five different times before I settled on one outfit I liked. Black skinny jeans, a long silk red shirt, and my knee-length boots. Don't worry, they are flats. There's no need to cause my level of mayhem on the world in heels. I finish my look off with minimal makeup and a cherry red lip gloss. Now to wait a few more minutes for Simon to show up. The butterflies have taken up permanent residence in my stomach.
I spoke to Nana earlier and I told her everything that happened last night, and she helped settle my nerves. She told me not to hold back, to let what I’m feeling show. That I would regret it for the rest of my life if I let fear rule me. I know she said more, but with the loud noise of the casino in the background, I could hardly hear her. All I got was sugar momma and young men, so I think it’s best I didn’t hear what she was saying. Those are nightmares I don’t need. Shaking my head out of that mental image. I grab my clutch and walk into the living room just as the doorbell rings. I stop for a moment, hand on the door handle, and close my eyes, knowing that everything is going to change after this date tonight. I’m so ready to get this relationship moving along. Nana was right. I don’t want to hold back with Simon. I know he’s who I want to spend my life with. So I blow out a breath and open the door.
Simon is standing there with a boyish smile on his face leaning against the door frame. He’s dressed in dark wash jeans, a black button-up with black boots looking hot as hell. I can’t help when my eyes travel down to his crotch area, watching the big bulge get bigger the longer I look at it. I’m brought out of my Simon fog by a clearing of a throat. I look up into the amused face of Simon, and I can feel how red my face is getting at being caught. Whatever, it’s not my fault the thing is likely going to rip me a new one if it gets any bigger. I can see he’s gearing up to say something, so before he can, I narrow my eyes at him.
“Hi.” Okay, so apparently, that’s all I got. I really could smack myself sometimes with my lack of social skills. I can hear him chuckling under his breath. He bends and kisses me sweetly on the lips sending those damn butterflies off again.
“You look beautiful, Tink. Are you ready to go?”
“I am. Let me just lock up and we can go.” I step out and lock the door. I can feel Simon at my back as if something or someone is going to jump out any moment and attack. Making me feel safe and content for the first time in my life.
He takes my hand and walks me towards his truck, and I look at it in trepidation. There is no way in hell I’m getting in that thing without any help. I would need a damn ladder just to get in. Simone opens the door, and before I can say anything about my short ass legs, he’s already got me lifted in his arms, making me squeal. He places me in my seat and buckles me in, brushing his fingers across my breasts, making me let out a little moan. He sends a wink my way before he makes his way to his side. Getting in and starting the truck up, pulling out of the driveway. He grabs my hand, kissing the back of it before he lays it against his leg. I look out the window, so he can’t see the big smile on my face. We sit in comfortable silence as we drive towards town, and it doesn’t take us long before we pull up to one of my favorite restaurants, Queso Palace. Who doesn’t love tacos and the endless chips, salsa, and queso? My manners are about to fly out the window with how many I can eat, and I won’t feel an ounce of shame. Simon pulls into a spot and shuts the engine off.
“Wait for me to get you Tink.” He growls out when I go to open my door. He’s such a caveman as if I would try and get down without his help. He gets out and rounds the truck opening my door, picking me up as if I weigh next to nothing. Sliding me down his body until I could feel every hard inch of him. The both of us moan at the feeling. “Fuck. Let’s go in before all my manners fly out the window, and I take you back home and have you for dinner instead.” Simone growls out in my ear, grinding his dick into me.
Holy hell, I think I just came. My panties are toast, and this date hasn’t even started yet. I watch as he adjusts his dick and grabs my hand, walking towards the front door. He holds it open for me, and the smell is fantastic, making my stomach growl. I look up at him under my lashes, hoping he didn’t hear it, but if the smirk he’s sporting is anything to go by, that thought has flown out the window.
“Welcome to Queso Palace. I have a table for two ready if you’ll follow me.” The bubbly hostess says before grabbing two menus and taking us to a secluded table in the back. We sit down, and she hands us the menus. “Your waitress will be over soon. Enjoy your meal.”
I don’t even have to look. I already know what I want. Our waitress comes over, and we order our food and drinks, not wasting any time deciding. I can feel Simone’s eyes on me, and it makes me look up into his beautiful eyes, which shine with so much affection.
“How was your day Tink?”
“It was good. I had to go to work for a few hours to get some paperwork done. How was yours? Did you have a class to teach?” The drinks are dropped off, and I watch as Simon takes a sip of his beer before he answers.
“I had an early class this morning. It went well. I’m teaching a few more until the owner comes back. Fallon from Pink Collar Temp Agency called me this morning asking if I could stay on a little longer. Will I see you again at another class?” He says with a smirk. He’s so asking for another kick to the shin. He knows damn well my ass won’t be stepping foot into another yoga studio. Been there, done that. Nana has it on camera.
“Nope, my yoga days are long over, thank you. What made you get into yoga?” I can see his lips twitching at my change of conversation, and we will not be discussing my less than graceful self.
