“You mean that?”
“I wouldn’t say it if it weren’t the answer I want to give,” I smile to him, leaning my forehead back against his.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you,” I whisper back, goosebumps rising on my skin as the water around us cools even more.
“Let me get you out of here,” he soothes, and as I climb, I feel his orgasm begin trickling down my leg. I turn a shade of red as I try to clean myself up, Oliver watching intently.
“I promise—,” he begins, walking behind me, wrapping wet arms around my waist, wet lips tracing kisses down my neck, “To make you happy,”
Turning, I wrap my arms around his neck, “I don’t doubt that for a second,” I smile as his lips crash against mine again, massaging my tongue with his, as his hands grasp at my bare flesh again.
“You’re everything I want, everything I need Sunday and I don’t ever want you to go, I want you to stay with me, forever,” he breathes, his lips peppering against my face softly.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise him.
“That’s everything,” I smile as we finish cleaning the apartment.
Throwing one last trash bag by the front door, Oliver looks to me, smiling a warm and loving smile, gesturing for me to come to him. I do, but take a good run-up as I launch myself into his arms.
“I don’t want to go back to work,” I whine as he nuzzles his face into my neck.
“So don’t,” he replies.
“Be serious, I have to,” I chuckle as his lips pepper my skin, his hands slowly needing my ass.
“Just one more day, I don’t have to go into work tomorrow, I can do it from home before I go back to the office,”
“I could pretend I’m sick,”
“You could you know, then I could take you back to bed and take care of you,”
Dropping to the floor, I playfully swipe at his chest, “What you define as taking care of me, is totally different to what it actually means,” I smile, softly giggling as he chases me towards the couch.
“You’re going to be my wife, I have to make sure you’re taken care of,” he grins, pulling me into his arms. I sigh a contented sigh, my eyes closing as he lays me down, his arms pulling me onto his chest. I rest my chin on my hands and just look at him, the curve of his nose, even though it’s straight, the soft blonde lashes that cover his green eyes and the stubble that shadows his skin. He’d stood last night, trimming it right back, revealing dimples and boyishly good looks.
Funny how cutting back his beard has made him look younger.
“What?” He asks, not opening his eyes.
“Nothing— just thinking,”
“How I got so lucky?”
“You didn’t,” he smirks, “I did,”
My chests warms, my heart thumping in my chest as he pulls me up so that our faces are aligned and cups my cheeks, pulling me in with a chuckle, “I love you, you know that?”
“I think so, but you might need to remind me,” I smirk as his lips graze my own.
“And how do you propose I show you that?”
“Surprise me,” I smile, pecking his lips before climbing off of him.
“I wouldn't say that, I could do anything,”
“Oliver,” I giggle again, my knees bending just a little as I hold my arms up in defence. With a stalk, a sexy stalk at that, Oliver rushes forward, scooping me in his arms and takes me into our room, dropping me on the bed.
“Believe me, I’m gonna show you just how much I love you,” he grins, before he closes in. My eyes dance as I watch him pull the simple navy blue t-shirt he’s wearing and I feel the familiar ache in between my thighs as he licks his lips, stretching his arms out and over me as he nestles himself between my legs.
Sitting down at my desk the next day, I feel myself trying to concentrate on the accounts, but smiling as I see everything as it should be. A knock pulls my attention from the screen and when I look up I see Amalia hovering in the doorway, her arms folded in front of her.
“How was it then?”
“It was— good, really good actually,” I smile again, watching her as she walks in and sits down in front of me.
“You were missed,”
“Mhmm, we had no one to tease,”
“Oh well— kinda glad I wasn’t here then,” I giggle as I rest my chin in my palm.
“What’s going on?” She asks, her brow cocking as she watches me intently.
“Hmm, why don’t I believe you?”
“Don’t know,” I laugh, leaning back against my chair and gazing out the small window in my office.
“You’d tell me wouldn’t you?”
“Of course, if anything happens you’ll be the first person I'll tell,”
“Good,” she replies standing from the desk, “Because you might be all in love and that—, but I’m your best friend and, I should be told everything,”
“Almost everything” I murmur with a smile as I turn my attention back to the screen in front of me.
“What was that?” She smirks as I look at her.
“Nothing,” I repeat as she rolls her eyes, walking from the office.
After another busy day and taking a class, I can’t wait to get home to Oliver. He’d been back at work too, and I knew by the time he’d get home, he’d be the same happy Oliver he always is, well— almost.
When I push the door open, I drop my keys on the small table by the door and drop my mat and bag on the floor. Toeing off my shoes I breathe in deeply as I pull my hair from its messy bun, and shaking my head as I walk further into the apartment. Darkness shrouds me, but I walk around illuminating our home and then head into the kitchen and make myself a cup of tea. As the kettle whistles, I hear the door open and smile when I hear the one voice that could brighten my day no matter what.
“In here,” I grin, waiting for the second my eyes get to land on him. As he turns the corner, he holds the biggest bunch of flowers in his hands.
“Hey,” he chuckles as he sees me stare.
“Whose are those?” I ask, secretly hoping they’re for me.
“Who do you think they’re for?”
“My— fiancée,” he smiles again, pulling me in as I place my cup on the counter.
“For you,” he coos kissing me, my eyes watching his.
Looking down at the bouquet, I feel giddy when I see all my favourite flowers wrapped inside the brown paper and kiss him again. With a slap on my ass, he pulls away and brings out a box of chocolates too.
“For madam,” he laughs as my eyes light up again, my cheeks definitely aching as he hands them to me.
“I really am being spoilt,” I coo as he kisses me again.