Fake Marriage Box Set

“Ready to set the table?” I called out, as the lights flickered off and on.

“You have candles?” she asked, coming into the kitchen. “I’m guessing the power will be going out here pretty soon.”

I nodded and pointed her towards one of the bottom drawers in the kitchen. She bent over, and I nearly came in my jeans. Her pert ass was high in the air, creating a visual that I would not soon forget. She quickly opened the drawer, found a couple of candles and popped them in the holders that had sat empty on the table for years, completely oblivious to what I had nearly done to her. Once lit, she grabbed the plates and set the table as I delivered the entree. I prayed it tasted as good as it smelled.

“Wow, this it looks and smells amazing!” she said, inhaling deeply.

“Thank you; I hope it tastes as good as it smells,” I added.

I grabbed the bottle of white wine I had picked out, hoping she would like it.

“Oh, fancy!” she squealed.

I laughed. “I wish I could take you out to a romantic dinner, but for obvious reasons, we can’t. Besides, I like eating dinner with you when we’re both half-naked.”

She giggled. “Should we get dressed? I mean, wouldn’t that be more civilized?”

“No. I like you just fine in my t-shirt.”

After filling our wine glasses, I sat down, and we delved into the meal. It was far better than I had thought it would be.

“You are an amazing cook,” she said, taking a drink of her wine.

“Thank you. I enjoy cooking. I especially like cooking for you,” I told her.

“You can cook for me anytime.”

We chatted about the storm and past hurricanes we’d experienced. The power cut out just as we finished eating.

“Well, I guess we won’t get to binge on Grey’s tonight,” I said, a l

ittle disappointed. It had been fun watching it with her. It was one of the few things we had in common. Plus, it allowed us to ignore the reality of our lives and the obvious age difference and other problems.

She yawned. “Sorry,” she said, and quickly covered her mouth.

“We may as well go to bed,” I told her, grabbing her hand and pulling her out of the chair.

She nodded and followed me down the hall. We crawled under one of my light blankets and propped ourselves up on a stack of pillows. She snuggled into my side, and I pulled her in close, my chin resting on her head.

It felt good and right to have her beside me. At this moment, I was extra glad I’d gotten rid of the mattress that Miriam and I once slept on. I doubted Tessa would appreciate knowing she was sleeping on my dead wife’s bed. That would be a little too weird for both of us.

“You smell good,” she murmured before turning her face to my bare chest.

She gently kissed my chest before scooting back enough to allow herself the room needed to kiss my neck.

“I think you smell better,” I told her, a second before I used the arm that wasn’t pinned to pull her head closer to mine. I gave her a quick kiss on the lips, testing the waters. I wasn’t sure what she was up for and didn’t want her to think that sex was a must. I was perfectly happy to lie in bed and cuddle.

She kissed me back, slowly at first, before she deepened the kiss. Her hands were staying on my upper chest, which I took as my cue to do the same. I wrapped my arms around her and brought her body close to mine, but didn’t attempt to grab that sweet ass I knew would be peeking out from under my shirt did so much more for her than it ever had for me.

We made out—just like teenagers. I loved that neither of us had to take it farther. Just kissing her, touching her and breathing the same air was enough for me.

“I like this,” she whispered, snuggling into my side again. She had one of her slender legs thrown across mine, right above the knees. I relished the feel of her smooth skin pressing into mine.

“Me too,” I whispered, kissing the top of her head.

I could hear her breath slowing, and I knew she was falling asleep. I was content to hold her and listen to her deep breathing while the rain slashed against the window. I was glad she was with me. The storm didn’t sound particularly bad, but I would have worried about her.

She shifted, her leg bending and rising higher where it crossed mine. I put my hand under the cover and slowly caressed her bare thigh before resting my hand on her leg in an effort to keep her close to me. I drifted to sleep, wondering how I had managed to get so lucky to find her.