Ignite

We walked through the formal living room and into the formal dining room. It was all hard wood floors as Lola kept running through the house and sliding all over the place. As I looked around the dining room, I shook my head and said, “Wow. The furniture in here is beautiful.”

Emmit smiled as he nodded in agreement. “I found it at an estate sale I went to one day.”

My eyes widened in shook as I stared at him. “You went to an estate sale?”

Emmit chuckled. “Hell yeah. You can find some badass stuff at estate sales. I got it for a great bargain too. The sofa in the living room came from that sale as well as the table in the breakfast area. I scored big time on that one.” Emmit said as he wiggled his eyebrows.

Laughing, I gave him a small push as he said, “Kitchen’s up next.”

The moment we stepped into the kitchen my knees went weak and I grabbed onto the granite counter. “Holy hell,” I said as Emmit grinned from ear to ear.

“I take it you like it?”

I smiled as I instantly began planning meals. “Like it? Emmit, this is my dream kitchen. It’s like . . . it’s like I designed it myself.” The cream cabinets were beautiful as I ran my hand along the cold granite. My eyes landed on the six-burner commercial stovetop. Lifting my hands to my mouth, I excitedly said, “There’s a hot water faucet at the stove!”

Emmit chuckled from behind me as I spun around. The commercial-size refrigerator blended in with the cabinets. The middle island was just like the one I dreamed of. It looked exactly like the one I had on my Pinterest page. Exactly like it.

I placed my hand over my chest as I turned to look at Emmit. He was smiling as he watched me have a mini orgasm over a stupid kitchen. “Do you like it, Addie?”

Slowly shaking my head, I said, “Like it? Emmit, I swear to God this is the kitchen I’ve always dreamed of.”

“That’s because I designed it for you.”

My hands dropped to my sides as I stared at Emmit with a confused look. “What do you mean?”

Emmit pushed off the counter and held his hands out as he spoke. “This . . . this kitchen is for you. I showed the designer that page you were always on. I told her I wanted the kitchen just like what you dreamed of.”

Tears filled my eyes as I stared at Emmit in disbelief. “Emmit . . . I don’t . . . I don’t know what to say.”

Emmit wrapped his arms around me as he kissed the tip of my nose. “Tell me you love it and then tell me what the first thing you’re going to cook in it is.”

Laughing, I buried my face into his chest and let the tears fall. Emmit never gave up on us. The realization of that overwhelmed me as I grabbed onto his T-shirt and cried. Maybe I was just tired since it was the middle of the night, or maybe I was overcome with emotion. Whatever it was, I knew I couldn’t love Emmit any more than I did in this moment.

Emmit pulled back some as he placed his finger on my chin and brought my eyes to his. “Baby, are those happy tears?”

I nodded and sniffed like a five year-old child. “Very happy tears.”

Emmit gave me the sexiest grin as he ran the back of his hand over my cheek. “How about I show you the master bedroom next? We’ll get some sleep and pick the tour up tomorrow.”

I nodded my head as I barely spoke. “M-kay.”

Emmit reached down and picked me up as I snuggled into his chest. “Lola, bedtime,” Emmit said as Lola flew past us and down another hall. “The master bedroom is on this floor. Four more bedrooms are upstairs, along with four bathrooms.”

“Wow,” was all I could manage to say. My mind was still thinking about the kitchen. You could fit three of my apartment kitchens into this kitchen.

Pushing the door open to the bedroom, Emmit reached for the light. Again, my heart dropped as I took in the beautiful room. The walls were a beautiful light green. The king-size bed was exactly like the one I had on my Pinterest page and I let out another sob.

“The bed,” I sobbed as Emmit put me down. “The colors.” Spinning around, I looked at Emmit. “Is that the wall color we picked out for the condo bedroom?”

Emmit grinned. “Yep, sea salt.”

“You made this room just like the one I said I wanted when we bought a house someday.”

Emmit glanced down and pretended to kick at some

thing on the floor. “I told you I dreamed of you coming back to me, Addie.” Emmit’s eyes captured mine. “I wanted everything to be perfect when you did come back.”

I slammed my body into Emmit’s as our mouths pressed together in a passionate kiss. Pulling his T-shirt over his head, I needed to have my body up against his now.