Page 97 of Art of Love
“Yes, but it kind of doesn’t matter anymore. Hey, in a way I should thank him. I wouldn’t have met you that first night.”
She giggled that sweet giggle I loved and slid her arms up my chest and around my neck. “We would have met the next day for the interview, but it would have played out differently.”
“Yes, I’d still pursue you but that bond from the night before was priceless.”
“I agree, Brad.” She teased. I decided long ago, she’d come with the Brad Pitt obsession so I wouldn’t change it.
“Hunter.” I corrected like I did that night.
“Yes, Hunter, I like that name better.” She chuckled.
“How about a re-run of that night but just the sexy parts? I promise I won’t throw your clothes through the window this time.” That was hilarious. I still laughed at the memory of that night.
“Mmmmmm, yes, let’s do that. I bought some cream yesterday.”
“Yasssss.” The image of her perfect breasts covered in whipped cream came straight to my mind. “I love that you always plan ahead.”
“I love that your always ready for the plan.”
“I love that you’re super sexy.”
“I love thatyou’resuper sexy.”
“I love you.” I brushed my lips over hers.
“And, I love you.” The brightest smile beamed from her.
“Let’s get out of here.” I took her hand and led her out.
Out to start another wild adventure....
The End.
