Page 42 of The Accidental Wife

“Still not getting any better at this lying thing, babe.” He says and sniffles, his eyes watering as he chops the onion.

“Well, if you’re going to cry about it. Fine, I’ll place you after the view. You’re not so bad to look at, I suppose.” I tease with an exaggerated eye roll. He throws his head back and laughs while sniffling.

“My fucking eyes are on fire! What kind of devil vegetable is this?” I laugh and lean over him to wipe the tears that roll down his face. He drops a quick kiss on my nose, and I glare at him mischievously. We spent the rest of the hour and a half dancing around the kitchen to various songs, feeding each other food, and flirtatiously touching as we pass by each other.

Cole was currently chasing me around the kitchen with a lobster he found in the fridge. “Cole, don’t! I swear to God I will hurt you!” I yelp, running around the island as he chases me.

“Oh, come on, this little guy needs love too. It’s just adorable, look.” He grins, waving it at me.

“Stop it!” I squeal and pick up a plastic spoon off the counter and hold it up. “Put that damn thing away.”

“Just give it a little kiss.” He chuckles, pushing it toward my face, and I jump away, disgusted. “It’s so smooth.”

“Kiss it? You must be joking. I wouldn’t put that thing anywhere near my mouth.” I grumble with a shudder, and Cole laughs heartily.

“Just touch it then. Here, give me your hand.” I shake my head and back away, wrinkling my nose, I hit his hand with the spoon when he reaches for me, and he laughs.

“Nope. Cole, please put it away. You’re creeping me out. I feel like it’s staring at me!” I pout, and he sniggers, finally giving up and putting it back in the fridge.

“You know if anyone overheard that conversation, you’d come off a little prudish.” I send him a withering look as I serve the food onto plates.

“Bite me, Hoult.”

“Oh yeah? Where do you want me to bite you?” He drawls, grabbing my hand and spinning me till I was pressed up against him, his dark brows twitching suggestively.

I look up at him impishly and smile, “Mmm, wouldn’t you like to know.”

Cole stares into my eyes deeply, “Don’t provoke me. You know I will make good on it.”

I chuckle and pick up the plates of food after I pull away from him. “Don’t I just. Grab the wine, stud muffin.” I say, walking out onto the terrace. It was such a beautiful night, the sky was clear, and there was a nice summer night breeze. I place the plates on the table, and Cole follows with the bottle of white wine and glasses.

We settle on the sofa and eat while gazing out at the view and talking about random things. “This is amazing.” Cole moans after swallowing his mouthful. I smile and nod, chewing on a delicious piece of prawn. “This was your father's favourite dish?” He asks, shifting so he could face me. I nod, looking down at my plate.

“Sure is, once a week, my mum would make this for him. He’d eat it and be like, my dove, I don’t know how you do it, but it just gets more delicious every time I eat it.” I tell him, smiling at the fond memories I had of my Dad. I set my plate on the table and pick up my glass of white wine.

“They sound like they were very happy,” Cole says, mimicking my actions. He leans back, sipping his wine and watching me.

“They really were,” I tell him. “God, they were so in love with one another. I’d sit at the top of the stairs and watch them dancing in the living room, wrapped up in one another like they were the only two people in the world. He’d find little ways to touch her all the time.” I explain, my eyes watering. “I want a love like that. I want to be loved like that.” I sigh, laying my head on the cushion of the sofa and looking at Cole while he watches me intently. He shifts nearer to me and brushes his fingers through my hair. “Can I ask you something?” He nods, playing with my hair. “Why me?”

“What do you mean?” He frowns.

“Of all the girls in the club that night, why did you choose me?” I ask and he drops his gaze to his wine glass.

“I don’t really know. I was surrounded by girls that night, but you caught my eye. There was something about you, the way you were laughing. That’s the first thing I noticed, your smile. Possibly one of the most genuine and heartwarming smiles I’ve ever seen. You were dancing with your friends, and I was just drawn to you.” He explains while he softly brushes my hair away from my face. “Your turn. Why did you choose to leave with me that night? You had plenty of other guys interested?”

I smile and gaze up at him. “Honestly, I don’t know either. I was really drunk, and I just remember thinking God, his eyes are so beautiful, and I really want to stick my tongue in his dimples.” Cole laughs out loud.

“You wanted to stick your tongue in my dimples?” He gushes, poking my sides, making me blush.

“Shut up. I was really stupid drunk, and your dimples really are adorable when you smile,” I say, reaching up and sticking my finger in one.

Cole chuckles and wraps his slender fingers around my wrist, and pulls me closer to him. “I’m intrigued. Come here. I need to know how it feels to have your tongue in my dimple. Do it.” I laugh and shake my head.

“What? No! I am not sticking my tongue in your dimples.” Cole chuckles and pulls my hands away when I try covering my face to hide my blush.

“Come on, just a little.” He sniggers. “Get over here, and tongue fuck my dimple.”

I tilt my head back, and we laugh uncontrollably. “Oh my god, you’re something else.”

“We may have invented a new kink here.” He adds with a grin. “We’re doing this. Come here.” I allow him to pull me closer, so I was pressed against him, and he looks into my eyes. “Choose your dimple.” He says with a snigger, and I reach up and turn his head to the side a little.

“I cannot believe we’re doing this.” I giggle and lean in close to his cheek and lick his dimple with the tip of my tongue. I can feel Cole's shoulders shaking as he tries to contain his laughter.

“Oh yes, baby, go deeper.” He says with a chuckle, and I press my forehead to his temple laughing hysterically. Chuckling, Cole turns his head and presses his forehead to mine, our noses touching, he brushes his thumb along my jaw. Rubbing his nose over mine, I close my eyes when I feel his lips press against mine ever so lightly.

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