Page 92 of If You Love Me

“How do you blame me?”

She giggled. “Well, I wasn’t here, so who else can I blame?”

“How about the grandparents? And you have more than made up for not being able to spoil her, woman. All she has to do is bat those long eyelashes at you, and you’re a sucker.”

“That’s coming from the biggest sucker.”

We shared a laugh as she reached over and grabbed a grilled shrimp from my plate.

“Mmmm… that’s good.”

She was going to have to stop all that moaning. My dick was straining against my pants at this point. Every time she moaned, he responded. I shifted in my seat, trying to alleviate some of the pressure.

“Can I ask you something?” I asked.

“Anything.”

“Will you come home? For good? I miss you, Ev. I miss my baby, and I need both of you to come home. It doesn’t feel right being there by myself. The house is too big, too quiet… too damn lonely. Without either of you, it’s just a house… Just a bunch of walls with furniture and memories. I need you both to make it feel like home.” I reached out and grabbed her hand. “Please… I love you. I’m not whole without you, Ev.”

She sniffled and wiped the tears pooling on the corners of her eyes. Much to my surprise, she nodded.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I think the best way to work on us is under the same roof. Me and Summer are there all the time anyway now.” She squeezed my hand, giving me a soft smile. “I’m not whole without you either, Tyrion. I love you, and I’m ready to come home.”

I didn’t care that we were in a space full of people. I pulled her chair close to me, and cupped her face, kissing her with as much passion as I could muster. I loved this woman more than I loved myself. She was my first in so many things. We shared a soul tie that couldn’t be broken—not by time, not by distance, and not by circumstance.

Hearing someone clear their throat caused us to finally come up for air. Our waitress stood with a smile on her face.

“I’m sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay. Do you need anything?”

I shook my head. “Everything is perfect. We’re good.”

She bowed slightly and stepped away. I looked back to my wife, who was blushing like hell. I pecked her lips before releasing her to finish eating. By the time we were done, the band had kicked it up a notch. They started playing “No Letting Go” by Wayne Wonder.

Evenie was giddy with excitement as she stood and grabbed my hand, pulling me onto the dance floor. She started winding her hips against me, and I had no problem falling into step with her. Reggae was one of our favorite genres of music to dance to. There was something sensual about it. The way she swayed her hips to the beat was mesmerizing. The way she looked at me with those beautiful eyes had me falling deeper in love.

Every time I looked at her, I knew I made the right decision in marrying her. I knew that in this lifetime, there would never be another woman that could give me what she gave me.

29

Evenie

Our date night had been amazing.

Even though it was something as simple as dinner and dancing, being with my husband again made me feel like I’d had a five-star vacation. He’d always been able to make little things feel like the most spectacular thing in the world. When we were in college, he used to surprise me with midnight picnics in his dorm room or getting some of his friends in the band to play us music on the baseball field while we danced.

I remember on spring break, we both decided to stay on campus. He found little things for us to do to make up for not going home or on vacation like most of our peers. We had movie marathons, game night, and DIY craft projects. He organized a whole makeshift photo shoot for us, and we cooked dinner together every night. Now, we only had a hot plate and a microwave, but we made it do what it do.

We never complained because we always had each other.

I looked over at him as he drove us back home with a smile on my face. He was just so damn handsome. By the end of the night, he’d come out of his dress shirt and was now sitting in the driver’s seat looking better than the meal we’d devoured. My eyes trailed the slight flex of his muscles as he maneuvered through traffic. He played with his beard as he bobbed his head and sang along to the music.

“You’re staring,” he said with a chuckle.

“I can do that.”

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