It makes me appreciate him even more.
* * *
After our trip to the pharmacy and pit stop at a local grocery store to buy snacks and pads for me in case I start spotting, we are back in our temporary home, and I take the pill as instructed. To avoid suffering through any possible side effects in public, we decided to stay in the igloo for the day.
Jasper has been caring and attentive to my needs, which is great. Currently, I’m getting a foot massage on the sofa while my favorite playlist plays in the background.
“That spot right there,” I moan as his fingers press against the bottom of my foot.
“If you keep that up with those noises, I might have to strip you down again—even though you look incredible in your outfit.”
I look at my comfy loungewear in deep red, which is perfect for moments like this. It’s soft and cozy, reminding me of the holidays. “I do love this outfit.”
“It makes you look so damn hot. You have no idea how much I want to have my hands all over your body before taking it off.”
“What if you focus on massaging my feet first?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
As Jasper continues, I feel a strange sensation stirring inside of me—part of me wants to pull away and tell him to stop, but the other part is begging for more. His fingers press deeply into my skin, sending shivers up my spine.
I glance at him, and our eyes meet. There's a fire in his gaze that I can't ignore. It's as if he's trying to tell me something without saying a word. His touch is intoxicating, and I find myself yearning for his attention.
“I don’t know how I’m horny and meh at the same time,” I shrug. “But I really want to kiss you stupid right now.”
“I’ll take anything you offer me.”
“Then come here and let me show you what I’ve got to offer,” I tell him, moving my index finger in a beckoning gesture.
Without hesitation, he leans in and kisses me softly. I feel myself melting into him more with each moment. We continue kissing until his stomach growls.
“Well, that’s the first time I’m cockblocked by my own stomach,” Jasper groans, his hands covering his face.
I chuckle and press a kiss on his cheek, "Looks like it’s time for room service.”
“What should we order?” Jasper asks and hands me the menu from the side table.
I take a quick look at it before spotting what I want. “I would like this salad with some fries.”
“Anything to drink?”
“Tap water is fine as it tastes so fresh in Finland.”
Jasper gets up to call the restaurant on the premises. “Heymoo-ru, can you lower the volume of the music before the call?” He says without looking my way.
“What’s amoo-ru?”
Jasper turns around at my question. His face is a mix of emotions—wonder and a bit of shyness are showing clearly. “M-U-R-U. It’s a Finnish nickname for someone you like a lot. It literally means a crumb, like a breadcrumb. But it’s more like calling someone sweetie or sweetheart.”
My heart swoons. He gave me a foreign nickname without even thinking about it too much.How amazing can this guy be?
“I like the sound of that. It’s sweet.”
He grins, relieved. “I’m glad you do. It’s how I feel about you.”
“Am I yourmooru?”
“Muru.”
