Page 64 of A Taste of Grace

Eden

I wasn’tsurprised Caleb was a phenomenal lover. When he came at me sideways with that comment about my sexual history, I was tempted to tell him to drop me off at my house, and he could go back to his. In the silent car ride on our final miles to my house, I prayed we would be okay.

As a woman who believed in being free in the bedroom, I wasn’t going to let Caleb shame me. That was why I asked about his sexual preferences the day he asked me to marry him. Only time would tell if he wouldn’t turn into a chauvinist or be too stuck in his ways for me to be as sexually free as he was.

He parked the car in the narrow driveway and turned my way.

“Thank you for marrying me.” Caleb touched my hand and lifted it to his lips.

I smiled and covered his hand with mine.

“We’ll find our way together. Give me grace.”

“No, give me Grace.” Caleb leaned toward me and puckered his lips.

I kissed his full, soft lips and sat back, licking the lip balm he transferred during our exchange.

My ex may have awakened my body, but Caleb’s kisses had me shivering in anticipation of what was to come.

“Okay. Bring in the bags and meet me inside. I’ll make sure everything is ready for us.”

Caleb nodded as I exited the car. When I unlocked and entered my house, I gasped. Stacey exceeded my expectations. I pulled out my phone to text her.

Me:

It’s beautiful. Perfect in every way.

Stacey:

YAY! Put it on him good.

Me:

I will. Thanks again.

“Wow.” Caleb entered the front door of my house and dropped our bags next to the door.

“Surprise!” I rushed to him and hugged him tightly.

He squeezed me in return.

“What’s all this?”

“Our honeymoon oasis. Follow me.” I led him by the hand as he trailed behind.

I stopped in the small family room that normally had a fireplace, a TV, and modest leather furniture. Now,aGarden of Edensign hung above the fireplace in script letters.

Live, lush plants of varying heights gave our Eden a botanical garden feel. Ferns, peace lilies, philodendron, and an artificial bird of paradise filled the room. On the coffee table sat a crystal bowl of red and green apples and a wooden bowl of decadent assorted chocolates, Caleb’s favorite sweet snack. Gauze drapes covered the windows, offering the right amount of natural light to fill the room. At night, lights strung across the wall would illuminate the space.

Caleb sniffed the air.

“What’s that smell?”

I grinned.

“Diffusers of frankincense, sandalwood, and jasmine.”

“Wifey thought of everything.” He kissed me quickly.

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