Page 87 of King of Hearts

“Andy?” She questioned as she came and stood next to me, her arm moving around my waist.

“Yes?” I answered, wondering if she was going to ask to watch another movie of her choosing to further punish me.

“You know how you said you love me?”

“Mmmm.” I answered, unsure on where this was going.

“Would you still love me if I started collecting garden gnomes and then placed them around your apartment?” Her face was both sincere and curious and my entire body shook with unexpected laughter.

“Woman, I have no words for you.”

“So, you would?” She asked curiously.

“Please do not fill my house with gnomes. But yes.” I said, leaning down to kiss the tip of her nose before reaching for our dinner. “Come on, let’s get you inside where it’s warm and there arehopefullyno gnomes waiting for us.”

After dinner we moved over to the lounge and Arna chose another movie designed to inflict maximum pain, but I didn’t care. Not now that she was home.

I snuggled her into my lap and wedged my face into her neck kissing her skin. She giggled, swatting me away as she reached for the bowl of popcorn she insisted I make for her.

“Can you watch anything without popcorn and red liquorice?” I asked.

“Yes. But why would I?” She grabbed a few pieces of popcorn with some weird contraption attached to her hand and I reached for her wrist, pulling it up so I could study her fingers.

“Arns,” I did my best to contain my mirth – and judgement. “Um, respectfully, what the fuck are these?”

She looked appalled, as if she suddenly saw me in a new light which made me press my lips firmly together to stop the laugh that was desperate to escape.

“Firstly, how dare you! Secondly, how dare you! Thirdly, they’re frongs.” She snapped herfrongsin my face before she took another piece of popcorn from the bowl which now sat on my lap.

“And what exactly are frongs?” I asked.

“Frongs are the new black,Ando. They can be used for alllll kinds of small things.” She raised her eyebrow and she had sarcasm written all over her as she gazed down at my crotch before again snapping the frongs at me.

Ignoring the mess I would have to clean later, I threw the bowl from my lap and pushed her down onto the lounge as she squealed with delight, the damn frongs still snapping at my face. Reaching for her wrists again, I put her hands, mini-weird tongs still attached, above her head and kissed her deeply. The little tapping sounds she was making ebbed away as she sunk into the lounge, moaning against my mouth. Pulling back, I looked at her sassy little face which now held a huge grin.

“You think you’re funny?” I said as I gently bit her bottom lip.

She nodded, that big, beautiful grin still firmly planted across her face.

“I think your memory needs a little refresher.” I said as I kissed down her neck, my hand still holding her firmly in place. She hummed, pushing her hips up into mine, making my cock twitch.

Arna groaned long and deep as she wrapped her legs around me and sunk further into the lounge, surrendering herself in the way I missed so fucking much and stupidly came close to giving up.

Like a goddamn fool.

I loosened my grip on her arms and snaked my way down her body, leaving a trail of kisses and gentle squeezes. I sat up, marvelling at the goddess who lay before me, reaching down to press her shirt up and over her stomach as Arna’s eyes lazily opened.

Just as I was about to explore her, my intercom intrusively buzzed. “Oh, fuck right off.” I mumbled into her skin. “Hold on.”

Picking up the phone I greeted Graham, before inwardly cursing all that was holy. Turning to Arna who was looking at me expectantly, cute as a fucking thirsty little bunny, I rolled my eyes.

“So, ummmmm, how do you feel about dinner – with my parents?”

“Hey, you.” Arna’s sleepy voice made me smile as she walked towards where I was currently lying in the afternoon sun.

“Hey, sleepy head, come lay with me.” I shuffled over and when she curled herself into my side, I let out a sigh, again admiring the feeling of peace she brought forth. Heading into the stadium this morning for a few hours was far too long to be away from her but I was pleased to find her still sleeping when I returned.

“Sorry. I haven’t really slept much over the last week and your bed is just so bloody comfortable. Maybe even more so than this chest.” Her words were muffled as she rested against me and I laughed at how despite everything, including another unexpected dinner with my parents, she still had her sense of humour. “What are you thinking about sitting here all by yourself?”

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