CHAPTER550
“I think that’s wishful thinking on his part, don’t think I don’t notice you two comparing notes on me when you think I’m not looking.” He slides his fingers through my hair, pushing it back off my face with a sweet sigh.
“He agrees your ass is a ten plus… Although he does not like your unsymmetrical tattoos, he thinks it’s like some designer no, no! I disagree, I think it’s sexy all down one side.” I lift the hem of his top and try to wiggle my fingers underneath, to get a cop of that luscious abdomen and peek at his new additions across his waist line. He is running out of body on one side and now the very sexy line that sits across the top of his ring shorts has been getting some new scrolling text.
“Focus baby…. Presents, not sexy bodies.” He smirks, removes my hands and chucks me under the chin to bring me back to him. I flutter lashes at him then bring my eyes with a tug back to the box in hand.
“Can I open it?” I reach for it, but he moves it above his head playfully.
“I should really make you wait the three hours; pretty sure we didn’t actually have sex until after midnight buuut…… I can never hold anything back from you, even the fact it’s been under here since yesterday has been agony.” He smiles again, this time lowering the box between us and holding it out to me gingerly. He is hopeless at surprises, so he usually makes them short lived and fast to plan, otherwise he ends up telling me. I grin at him watching at me, sighing heavily, and take it graciously with a little childish giggle.
I open the paper carefully, untie the twine and unwrap it like a precious prize to reveal a black velvet box with a familiar jeweler’s brand in Manhattan. I screw up my face and open the box with a click. Inside there’s tissue paper in layers of black which covers the contents and I pull it back gently and slowly, to reveal a fine silver chain necklace with a small puzzle piece hanging from it, nestled on a little padded cream cushion. The initials ‘A&S’ carved so very daintily onto it.
Moisture instantly fill my eyes, as extreme heartfelt emotion hits me in the stomach, and I get exactly what this means. Tears falling fast at how thoughtful and perfect this is, knowing exactly why he would choose it and I stifle a sob, screwing up my face to curb the urge to cry.
“I’m your uniquely shaped puzzle piece?” I sniff again, fingering it tenderly, blown away with the depths of love he showers on me every single day. I never expected this at all.
“You are. Don’t ever doubt that I would walk to the ends of the earth for you, because I will follow you anywhere. Even Paris.” He takes the box from me, removes the jewelry so carefully and unhooks the catch; motioning for me to turn around for him. I get up on my knees and scoot around, so he can put it on me, moving my hair as he fastens it gently behind my neck, nestling perfectly at collarbone level. It’s so beautiful in so many ways.
“I never got you a present, you didn’t tell me we were doing this.” I answer softly, through soft sniffles, fingering the pendant lovingly, turning back to him with so many intense feelings for him in this moment.
“You’re my present. Anytime I see you smile and know it’s because of me… That’s all I need.” He leans in and hits me with a peck on the lips, swift and spot on and I giggle when I try to catch his mouth for more and almost fall forward onto him. He catches me and puts me upright again.
“You’re such a loser.” I poke fun at him, wiping my tears, trying to reign the way my heart is pounding achingly in my chest. Smiling at the way his whole expression softens and that irresistible full on smile comes out to play. He looks so very content and happy in this moment.
“That’s probably the most beautiful sentence that ever comes out of your mouth.” He smiles, stroking my face with his thumb, bends down and kisses me again, this time properly. My lips part on touch for a little tongue action, before pulling back and pulling me into his arms so we are both kneeling on his couch, face to face and almost molded together perfectly.
“Only you would like it.” I giggle at him, overcome with feelings so intense that I’m lightheaded.
“It’s why I’m perfect for you. No one knows you like I do, baby, and no one ever will. Guess we better start getting ready to tell our families we’re going to Paris for a year, huh? New adventure…. New chapter.”"
