“It’s perfect, Kian. Everything about you is.”
“No tears,” he says, brushing one away from my cheek. “We’re celebrating the start of our lives together.”
Chapter Twenty
Iris
My stomach full from the most delicious pasta I’ve ever had and my head a little hazy from the red wine, Kian and I face the lake.
Somewhere during the date, our chairs ended up side by side.
And when that wasn’t enough, I found myself on his lap.
Now, I’m cradled against his chest while we lounge on one of the Adirondack chairs, which he brought out a while ago.
“Where did you travel to for your last vacation?” I curiously ask Kian, who feeds me a grape.
“This would be my first,” he replies casually.
My jaw drops in shock, which he mistakes for me asking for another grape. I grab his wrist halfway to my mouth and raise a brow. “First? As in you’ve never taken a day off work?”
“That’s right.”
“You’re thirty-six years old and you’ve never gone on a vacation to relax and sightsee?”
“No.”
“Even if you have the means to travel to any part of the world?”
He shrugs.
“Good Lord! You really are a caveman.”
“A caveman wouldn’t take you on a date.”
“Why the hell do you need a private jet for, if you’re not going to indulge in it?” I mock. “It’s like having a cape with superpowers and not using it to save the world.”
“Another movie trivia?” he teases.
“Are you saying you don’t knowSuperman?” He frowns, clueless. I lurch back. “Spider-Man?Wonder Woman?” The crease deepens. “What aboutIron Man?Thor? Nothing? How’s that possi—” The corner of his mouth twitches, making me realize he’s messing with me. I slap his chest. “I forget you can be an asshole sometimes.”
He laughs, capturing my wrist and kissing it. “I don’t really live in a cave, Rainbow.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” Feeding him a grape, I softly ask, “You travel for work. Why never for pleasure?”
“It would have just been me on the trip. I’m not one for taking solo trips.” Stroking my cheek, his expression softens. “Of course, that was before. I’m making yearly vacations a thing since you’re with me. You pick the country and we’ll go.”
I melt against his hard torso. “You’ll never be alone again, Kian.”
“I know, my adorable little stalker.”
Leaning up, I press my lips against his and kiss him sweetly. Inching back, I ask, “Where are our phones? I wanna check something.”
“On the mantel in the living room.”
“I’ll get them.”
“Why?” Intrigue descends on his dark features as I get off of him.
