“Of course.I’ve promised Abbye and Sophia a whirlwind month of shopping, fittings, and social events.”
The talk shifted to fashion, my favorite subject, and we exchanged boutique names and upcoming designer information.
“Who are you wearing tomorrow?”one of the women asked me.
I shared the boutique's name as Konni approached, carrying two fresh drinks.When I accepted the one he handed me, I noticed Lianna hovering nearby and mentally snorted at her desperation.
The woman who asked about my dress said she would find me on Saturday so I could tell her about my experience since it was a boutique she’d been meaning to try.
After I agreed, she and the others drifted away, leaving the four of us.
“How long do we need to stay?”Konni asked his mom softly.
She shot him an annoyed look.
“Abbye’s arm is starting to hurt, and Sophia’s shoes are giving her blisters,” he said.
My heels were divine works of craftsmanship that I couldn’t hate despite the pain they were causing.However, I was worried that Mom was feeling uncomfortable.So was Kaya.We left within minutes.
I waited until we were home and I was alone with Konni to ask how he’d known about Mom.
“Her scent,” he said.
I wrinkled my nose, hating that Mom had been hurting enough that her scent had changed.
“It’s been so long since the accident, and she’s been doing so much that I forget she’s still healing,” I said.
“It might not have been her arm,” he said, watching me remove my makeup.“I just guessed.”
“Did you guess about my heels?”I asked, lifting one to look at the mark there.
He shook his head slowly.“With you, it’s different.I could feel your discomfort when I got close to you.”He tenderly kissed the mark on my shoulder.
I scowled at him.“Does that mean you can feel when I’m sore after we…”
He lifted his head and grinned at me, his boyish amusement melting me a little.
“I can also feel how much you like what I do to you,” he said before kissing my neck.
It didn’t matter if I was still a little sore from the previous night.Konni was my weakness, and he knew exactly how to play me, taking extra care to bring me the release I craved without any extra aches.
Hours later, freshly showered, I passed out naked in his arms, not regretting a thing until the sun was up and I needed to get out of bed.
He kissed a path along my shoulder, his way of waking me up nicely, which I loved.
“We could take a day off,” he said, tempting me.
“Would we leave this room?”
“No.”
“I don’t think I’d survive.We’d better go to work.”I tried to move but he playfully kept me locked in his embrace as he nuzzled my neck.
“If you don’t let go, I’m going to be really sad because today’s dress fitting day, and you know how much I love pretty clothes.”
He groaned in defeat and released me.
Grinning, I stood, stretched to give him a good view, since I was still naked, then went to get ready.
