His face morphs from playful to slightly panicked. “No! Of course not. That’s not what I meant. Your head is… perfectly sized. Definitely not small!”
I try to look serious, but I can’t hold it in and burst into laughter. He looks so adorably flustered. “Oh, seems like I’m not that easy to read after all,” I giggle, and his eyes narrow playfully.
“You’re trying to mess with me, darling.” Before he can trap me in his arms, I leap off the couch and run, my heart racing.
I hear him growl playfully behind me, chasing me. “Where will you go? You’ll have to come back to me anyway,” he calls out.
My heart stutters. I falter for a moment, and he swoops in, lifting me bridal style. I shriek, covering my mouth.
“Put me down!”
He grins. “No chance, darling. And no, you’re not heavy—don’t even start thinking about that!” He leans in and kisses my nose.
“Why do you do this?” I huff.
“What did I do?” He questions, clearly confused.
“You say these things, and I forget everything!” I pout.
He chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he walks into our bedroom, still holding me. Gently, he places me on the bed, and I scoot over to give him space. He lies down beside me, his eyes locked on mine, and my heart flips under the weight of his gaze.
“Now, tell me what you were thinking,” he demands, pulling me into his arms.
I sink into his embrace, my hand resting over his heart. Leisurely, I trace circles on his chest with my fingertip. He tightens his hold around me.
“I was just thinking…” My voice trails off.
“Just thinking what?” He prompts.
I take a breath, contemplating my thoughts. His eyes reassure me. “I barely saw you these last few days,” my words come out in a whisper. “I didn’t want to seem clingy or insecure. But my mind keeps spiraling. I felt like maybe you were tired of me. I know that’s not true—but that’s how I think, and I hate it.”
He pulls me closer, wrapping his arms tighter around me. “As a matter of fact,” he says, “I want you to be a clingy wife.”
I blink at him, confused. “I’m serious,” he adds with a grin. “I love knowing you want me close. That you want my attention.”
He kisses my forehead, continuing his words. “So don’t ever think you’re being too clingy, darling. I enjoy having you all to myself.”
I blush, swatting his chest, as heat crawls up to me. He laughs, running his hand soothingly up and down my back. “But,” he adds, his voice softer now, “I’m sorry I’ve been away so much.”
He hesitates for a second, then smiles. “You know what? I’m taking you somewhere.”
“Now?” I ask, surprised. It’s late.
He smooths the frown on my forehead with his thumb. “Don’t overthink it. Let’s go,” he says, offering his hand.
I let him pull me up from the bed, my heart fluttering. “But where are we going?” I ask as he leads me out.
He grins mischievously but doesn't tell me. “It’s a surprise. Trust me.”
He takes my hand, and we walk down the stairs. I admire his beautiful side profile. I am always in awe. How can someone be so handsome?
We reach his car, and he opens the passenger door for me. Quickly, I climb in, and he joins me from the other side.
“Buckle up,” he says. “You’re going to love this.”
I do as he says, and we drive through the quiet streets, city lights twinkling like little fireflies. I steal glances at him—his face lit softly by the dashboard lights, his hand resting casually on the wheel. His other hand slips onto my thigh, breaking my thoughts, and my heart races.
I recognize the road, and I narrow my eyes. “Are you taking me to your office?”
