“Mm, delicious.”
I leaned forward, licking a dollop of chocolate from the corner of her lips and moaning as she turned at the last minute and kissed me.
For several minutes we ate cocoa dusted pastries filled with chocolate hazelnut ganache with sliced strawberries on top and freshly whipped cream.
In between bites, we took sips of delicious mocha lattes.
Chocolate.
Always chocolate.
I loved the stuff. It was because my girl always smelled of cocoa butter. And I loved her.
So fucking much.
“So, what do we need to talk about?” she asked after I fed her the last strawberry.
I was so goddamn hard, I thought my cock would bust through my boxers. Meredith sighed and patted her belly contentedly.
Fuck.
She was so sexy. All curves and pale skin. Her flaming hair tumbled around her shoulders like solid wildfire.
Jesus. Christ.
She was a vision. A goddess.
So full of life and color. So bright, she was blinding. Was this what they meant when they said love was blind?
I wondered.
In that moment, Meredith was all I could see. My heart squeezed painfully, and I knew I could never live without her again.
Luckily, I didn’t plan to.
“First, I need to apologize for everything?—”
“For what?”
“The way I did this. Making you marry me,” I murmured.
“You regret marrying me?” she asked, her voice shaky.
“No! Not at all, Baby. I regret I let you think I was marrying you for reasons that weren’t true. But when I saw you that day in the boardroom, I wanted revenge.”
“I know, and I don’t blame you. But it’s not something I enjoy thinking about,” she mumbled.
Sadness tainted her shining eyes, dimming the glow. I wanted to kick myself for doing that to her. But I was going to make it up to her.
Right fucking now.
“Wait. Hear me out. I was stupid. I was lying to myself.”
“Josef, you don’t have to explain,” she interrupted, but I shook my head.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Little Red. I do have to explain,” I said, and I ran my hand over my face.
Don’t fuck this up, I told myself.