“Do I get a new gift every day I return home from work?”
“Maybe,” I said.
He stood up and pulled me to a sitting position. “Something smells good. Is that dinner?”
“I made lasagna.” I turned to check the timer on the oven. I had planned ahead and used the timer to turn off the stove, just in case something like this happened. I smoothed my hands over his shoulders while admiring his chest from this view. I was always looking up at him. Being eye to eye with him was kind of nice.
“You made lasagna,” he repeated. “Were you wearing that?”
I laughed. “No. I didn’t want to get it stained.”
“You know you’re fucking amazing, right?”
“I was going to say the same about you,” I replied.
His hands were absently rubbing up and down my thighs. “Do you always cook in lacy undergarments?”
“Sometimes, but there is usually clothes over the panties,” I said.
“For the rest of my days, I’m going to imagine you cooking dinner in a thong and lace. Lots of lace.”
“We’ve got plenty of time to make that fantasy come true,” I replied.
He shook his head. “You have to stop.”
“Why?”
“Because if I could physically kick myself, I would right now,” he said.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong,” he said. “Not now. I just can’t believe I have been missing out on this all these years. I could have been coming home from work to this for the last ten years. What’s three hundred and sixty-five times ten?”
“Three thousand, six hundred and fifty,” I quipped.
“Smarty pants. Almost four-thousand days I deprived myself of you. I swear, I will never do something so stupid again. This is what I want. This is what I have always wanted. I’m not letting you go again.”
“That’s good to hear,” I said.
The oven timer started to beep. I hopped off the counter and quickly grabbed the oven mitts. I pulled the lasagna from the oven and put it on the counter. When I turned around, he was ogling my ass.
“Is clothing optional for this dinner?” he asked.
“If you get any sauce on you, I’ll lick it off.”
He dropped his chin to his chest. “I’m so screwed.”
“What do you mean?” I said.
“I’m officially wrapped around your finger. There is nothing I wouldn’t give you.”
“Good to know,” I teased. “The table is already set. If you’re going in the buff, so be it.”