Page 27 of My One
After we finished our burgers and two glasses of the champagne, Devin brought out dessert, still not saying a word as he placed the plate between us and took the two burger plates with him.
“Does he talk?” Nicole questioned.
I chuckled. “Yeah, but he’s role-playing.”
She furrowed her brows. “He’s not a waiter?”
“Banker or some shit,” I replied.
“Does he owe you a favor or something?”
“Are you going to eat your lava cake? I know it’s your favorite, and hopefully, it’s deliciously warm and gooey.”
“You’re not going to answer me?”
I reached over and grabbed her hand. “Secrets, baby. Secrets.”
Nicole grinned and cut into the cake with the spoon in her free hand. “Fine. I have secrets of my own too, you know?”
“Oh yeah?”
She shook her head and stuck the chocolate cake into her mouth. Around a mouthful, she said, “I’m not telling.”
I smirked. “All right. I won’t press you. But we can’t keep big secrets from each other.”
“Have we ever?”
“Not that I know of.” I took a bite of the warm cake. It was gooey and perfect. I had to hand it to Devin for following all the instructions I’d left him.
We finished the cake, and I reached out my hand for Nicole to take as I stood. “We’re leaving?” she questioned as she slipped her soft hand in mine and stood.
“We’re dancing.” I grabbed the small, black remote that was sitting near the candle on the table. Some rap song started to filter in through the speakers. Apparently, Devin didn’t finish reading the entire memo, or he was fucking with me.
“I didn’t know you liked Cardi B.”
I pressed several buttons on the remote, not knowing what I was doing. Finally, the song switched to the country song I’d instructed Devin to cue.
Nicole smiled. “Ah, Jason Aldean. This is more the man I know.”
“You mean me, not Jason, right?”
She threw her head back, laughing. “Yes, of course.”
Taking her in my arms, we started to sway to the song. Jason sang about how she made everything easy, and how she was his better half and made him a better man. The first time I’d heard it, I pictured my wife immediately. I knew this was the song I wanted playing while I danced with her under the stars, the moon, and the sun that was on the other side of the world at that moment.
“You know,” she spoke up. “We never got our first dance as husband and wife.”
“This is true.” I grinned. The only time we’d ever danced together was the night on the singles cruise. I hadn’t thought about how we’d never had a dance as husband and wife until now. “Do you wish we’d gotten married differently?”
She balked. “No, of course not. I was just saying this could be like our first dance.”
“I like that idea,” I admitted and kissed her lips softly.
We danced to song after song. Some I didn’t know, but I assumed Devin had added music to my playlist. He had the makings of a romantic guy, even if he was a bachelor.
“Ready to call it a night?” I asked.
“I thought we were painting the town red?” Nicole tilted her head slightly as she questioned me.
