I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. “Thank you.”
“For what?” He chuckles.
“For understanding me. For loving me. For being everything I’ve ever wanted in a man,” I admit.
He leans forward and kisses me, then reaches around and grabs a handful of my ass. “I should be thanking you for giving me a chance to prove how perfect we are together.”
I paint my lips across his and moan into his mouth. “If you keep kissing me and touching me like this, we’ll never leave the apartment.” I giggle.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” he says, then heads to the kitchen. He comes back with a huge bouquet of red roses. My mouth falls open.
“Flowers?” I ask, taking them.
“And chocolate,” he says, going back and grabbing the biggest heart box of candies I think I’ve ever seen.
“You sure know how to make a girl feel special.” I smile, biting my lower lip. “Thank you so much.” I bury my nose in the petals and sigh. “I love the smell of fresh flowers.”
“Does that mean I’m getting lucky tonight?” he taunts, smirking.
“We’ll see,” I singsong. Grabbing a vase from one of the kitchen cabinets, I place them on the table. The fragrance fills the room. I take a quick photo and post it on Facebook, tagging Brandon so both of our families can see.
He takes a few steps forward and cups my cheeks. “You are so special to me, Lennon. You’re everything to me.” Pulling me close, he slides his tongue against mine. I’m lost in the moment and don’t want him to stop. I am so damn lucky.
By the time we pull away, I’m completely under his spell. Laughing, he checks the time. “We should get going because if we don’t, I’m going to fuck you against every wall in this apartment.”
I lift an eyebrow at him and bite my bottom lip. “That might not be a bad thing.”
Brandon adjusts himself and swallows hard. “Dammit. Don’t tempt me.” He winks, grabbing my hand, then leads me outside.
“Maybe we should take the bike?” He looks over his shoulder and smirks as we pass his motorcycle.
“And mess up this perfect hair? No way. Also, I’m wearing a dress.”
“True. I don’t want any guys looking at my girl’s ass. That’s just for me.” Brandon grunts, opening the car door for me. “Always a gentleman,” he adds, repeating my mother’s words.
“Shut up!” I snicker, shaking my head as I buckle up, and he climbs into the other side. He loves that damn thing so much and would ride it every chance he got if he could. I go with him occasionally, but it makes me nervous with how other cars don’t see us. Not to mention, my butt gets sore, my face gets windburn, and it sucks to sit in the traffic.
We drive across town, and I soon notice we’re leaving the city. I turn and look at him. “Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise that I’m not letting you ruin!”
He merges onto the highway as I try to figure it out. Eventually, we take the exit and head toward the bay. He parks at the harbor, and when I see a small yacht illuminated with lights, I gasp.
“No!” I turn and look at him, and he confirms with a nod.
“Thought we’d do dinner on the water tonight.” Brandon grabs my hand and kisses my knuckles. “Come on, babe. Let’s go. Unless you’d rather christen the back seat instead?”
I burst out into laughter, giddy about where we are. I’m so excited I can’t seem to find my words as Brandon leads me across the parking lot. Thankfully, the cold weather we had a few weeks ago has passed, and it’s sixty-five degrees outside. So far, everything is perfect, and I know the night has just begun. He leads me onto the ramp of the yacht and then to the upper deck where a table with candles and more flowers is set up.
“You’ve completely outdone yourself, baby,” I tell him as we sit.
He’s smiling, happy he was able to surprise me. A man dressed in a tuxedo walks up and fills the empty wine glasses and hands us two menus. Only six items are listed with no prices, so I can only imagine how much something like this costs.
“Bonjour, ma belle,” the waiter greets in a thick French accent, and I about lose my mind. I grin ear to ear and glance at Brandon who’s watching me.
“Welcome to Navire D’Amour. Please look over the menu, and I’ll return for your selections soon.” He bows before walking away.
I have to pick my jaw up from the ground. “Are you serious right now?”
A laugh escapes him. “So you’re surprised?”
I nod, unable to contain my excitement. “You could say that.”
The yacht leaves the harbor, and we cruise over silky smooth water. I walk over to Brandon and sit on his lap. He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me deeply, so passionately, I almost forget we’re outside on a boat. We break apart, and I look up at the moonless sky and can actually see stars, which is something I miss being in the city. As we’re looking up, one shoots across, leaving a greenish trail behind it. Brandon squeezes me tighter.