“That’s not fair, Kash,” she whispers. “Look at you and then look at me.” She gestures between our forms. “Every single girl in that bar had their eyes on you.”
“And?” That bar could have been empty for all I care. All that matters to me is Mila—she’s all I see.
“And I’m not like them. I’m not rail thin, with big boobs and fluffy hair. I’m just me, just Mila. I just want—” She stops suddenly.
“What do you want?”
“I want more than I think you’re capable of.” She turns away, looking out the window.
Grabbing her, I lift Mila into my lap. Her surprised squeal fills the vehicle, and once she’s situated over my cock, I hold her sides. “What am I not capable of, Mila? Hmm? Why don’t you enlighten me because I sure as fuck know what I’m capable of. I’m capable of making you scream my name. I’m capable of protecting you.”
Her curls move when she shakes her head, a sad expression on her face. “That’s just it, Kash. You’re more than capable of the physical stuff—trust me I know—but what about the rest of it?”
“The rest?” I question.
Silently, she folds her arms over her chest, pulling back. Nope. She’s not getting out of this. Leaning forward, I grab her chin between my thumb and finger, keeping her eyes trained on mine. “Tell me what I’m missing, and I’ll fix it,” I promise her.
“You’re missing something you’re not capable of.”
Scoffing, I kiss her lips swiftly. “What am I not capable of, my Sweet Girl? Hmmm?”
Her light brown eyes lock on mine, and she lets out a small hiccup. Even drunk, she’s still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Being serious, romance, love.” She pauses. “Commitment. Take your pick.”
Life is too short to be serious all the time. Love and respect I have—there’s no doubt about that. She has no idea just how committed I am to her, so we’ll circle back to that in a minute, but I’m focusing on the other part. “Romance?”
“Yeah, dancing in the kitchen, kisses in the rain, candle-lit baths. Special moments that only you understand because of what you’ve built with someone. Romance.”
Shaking my head, I let go of her chin. This girl does not make it easy. I can’t wait to see if our kids are going to be as stubborn as their mother. Probably.
“Alright, Sweet Girl. Challenge accepted.”
“What do you mean?”
“You told me what you needed, and like the good future husband that I am, I’m going to show you just how romantic, respectful and lovable I can be. I’m already committed to you,” I remind her, gesturing to the tattoo that rests on my neck. “Your kiss goes with me everywhere. It’s going to follow me into the afterlife, so I’m not worried about commitment, Sweetheart, and you shouldn’t be either.”
Pushing the hair off her shoulder, I kiss one cheek then the other. “Let’s go home, Mila. It’s late and you need sleep.”And I have plans to make.
Mila nods as she climbs off my lap and back to her seat. I pull her seatbelt across her chest and latch it, making sure it lays properly.
Pulling out my phone, I open a text thread to Mara. I may or may not have swiped her number from Mila’s phone a while back. I’m not expecting her to answer right away, so her quick response surprises me.
Me: Mila’s not feeling well. Can you guys handle the store tomorrow?
Mara: I don’t even want to know why you’re messaging me instead of her.
Me: Probably for the best.
Mara: If you hurt her, you know I’ll kill you, right?
Me: If I hurt her, I’ll let you.
Mara: It’ll be painful.
There would be no greater pain in this world than losing her.
As I pull onto the street, I glance at Mila who’s looking out the window again. Her head is resting against the glass, no doubt deep in thought.
