Outtake #2


Valentine's Day MMXVII

VALENTINE'S DAY 2017

"First day of work," Anastasia groaned loudly, making a huge fuss of Taco after she threw her purse randomly at some place on her way to the kitchen. "Christian?" She called but there was no response. "Where is your daddy?" She roughly pulled her all too excited pup to her side after she sat down in the living room. Taco was significantly taller than the seat of the couch and he was very tempted to climb aboard.

"Don't take your frustration out on our poor dog," Christian flopped down next to her.

"I hate the first day of the week," she said through gritted teeth and gave their hound one more ruffle before letting it go to Christian's lap.

"So do I, but it's Tuesday," he smirked at her recalling her reasoning behind her choice to work Tuesday to Saturday. "Too bad that you just have to be special. Or abnormal, unusual, unique…" he rattled off synonyms while his fingers found its way into Taco's thick fur.

"Today also happens to be Valentine's Day," she cooed softly in his ear, shifting over and throwing her arms around his shoulders. "Are we going to do something romantic and pretend that we are dating and not actually married for decades without a legit license?"

He laughed, twisting his head to peck her hair lovingly. "I do have something planned but I'm not sure if you're up to it."

She lifted her head from his shoulder. "Dinner on the deck? Balcony?"

"To freeze our asses off? No. No deck or balcony. We're going to wrap ourselves in comfy and warm clothes because we're heading out."

"Out? That's freezing our asses off."

"We'll be walking, so no, that's exercising and it'll keep us warm."

"I call bullshit," she muttered but that fell on deaf ears. He wasn't waiting for her smart comments because he was already ushering her ass off of the couch the moment her eyes consented to this impromptu date.

As he predicted, she dragged him to the chocolate shop like she did the first time they were here. Pike's Place Market was obviously a very popular place for romantic date night, because the moment they arrived after a short stroll from Escala, they found themselves in an area that resembled a Black Friday shopping mall. There were lines everywhere no matter how popular or unpopular the store seemed to be.

"Are you sure this isn't a reenactment?" She teased again as they loitered at the entrance debating on whether they would join the long line. "We also walked over here the last time, and came to this shop first."

"That's because I lived in Escala back then, and I was following you around when we arrived, just like this time, dummy," he deadpanned, but his eyes were still gazing at the back of her head with love and affection as he watched her debate with herself.

He wanted her to go in, because he had a surprise for her inside, but if she didn't go in now they could always come back before they depart from Pike's Place.

"They've expanded it?" Finally, she chose to embrace the crowd. She noticed some people still wearing masks and she wasn't sure if it was a fashion trend or the trending influenza that was actually contained. There were a few booth and a high table near the window of the shop that she was certain didn't exist four years ago. "Guess they've made a few bucks."

"There's an empty booth," he gestured to the corner, and he sore this was pure luck because he didn't reserve a table here. He didn't make any reservation for any of his surprises, he was just going to let it happen naturally, and if she wasn't so cooperating, he would drop hints even he was pretty sure that his girl was one who would love to travel down memory lane before she went off exploring the new sections. The empty booth was a coincident but he could take credit for it.

"It's so much warmer in here," she took off her mittens rubbed her bare hands together to create a bit of friction and absorb the heat. He helped her take off her scarf and coat, then slid into the same bench next to her, leaving their coat on the opposite seat. "Do we have to order at the counter?"

He leaned over her and snatched the leaflet from the stand at the end of the table. "Tell me what you want, and I'll order it for you."

She glanced at it and noticed a bunch of new additions, but in the end decided that she was going to stick with the classics. "The same," she told him casually as if she was planning on quizzing him on his memory, which had been proven on multiple accounts was actually impeccable.

"Challenge accepted, love," he caught her undercurrent and accepted the dare happily. After smacking a loud, indecent kiss on her lips, he stood up and began to fulfill his duty as a boyfriend. He was silently thankful that she wasn't big on social media, because he had definitely heard sweet complaints here and there about being an Instagram boyfriend.

"You're fast," she quipped when he got back not long after he was gone, getting her attention by confiscating her phone. He knew people here so he technically had cut the line.

"No work, you promised," he glared at her playfully as he dished the warning, pocketing her phone in his pants.

"Then hand me yours, it's only fair," she stuck out her palm for it, and smiled widely when he obliged without an ounce of complain, even though she was actually trying to negotiate. "Now, I have a question," she twisted her body slightly and brought her knee up to the bench so that she was fully facing him. "You gave Taylor the night off, why not Sawyer? I saw the poor guy in the crowd earlier glaring at me when you went to order."

"I thought you were going to say something serious with all that prologue," he jested referring to all of her extra movements to get herself comfortable. "Sawyer volunteered. I have debated about security, and was going to go against Taylor and dismiss everyone for the night when he stepped up. He claimed that he's just got out of a serious relationship, so he wants to work tonight to get his mind off of it."

She arched a brow at him for the detailed explanation. He never gossiped, so she wondered how he knew. Beside, she wasn't exactly buying Sawyer's tale.

"I asked just in case you got on my ass yelling at me for separating a couple," he shrugged, correctly reading her mind.

"Should I ask him to verify the story?" She thought it was sweet that he was so considerate but she was also very skeptical about the story.

"Nah, baby, let the guy sulk on his own. He just broke up with someone, or got dumped, I don't know, but stop rubbing salt in his wound when we're already on a date night."

"Your right," she kneed him gently on the side in response to him pinching her thigh. "So, how long are we waiting for the drinks?"

The way she moved on from one subject to the next would make anyone talking to her bipolar.

"Any moment," he said confident that his plan was in motion and was working without a hitch.

She snorted, wanting to call him out on his cockiness and arrogance when someone appeared, heading their way. She clapped her hands together giddily like a little girl when a plate of chocolate waffles, a plate of two chocolate croissants, and two mugs of hot chocolate with marshmallows floating on top were arranged on the table.

"Waffles? They have waffles?" She exclaimed, sitting up straighter in her seat. The waitress smiled at the couple sharing their delight and feeling their love.

"They're for me," he feigned seriousness just to toy with her. "You said you wanted the same as last time, and I even got you two croissants because I ate half of it last time. Shame that you didn't look at the menu," he shook his head, sighing ruefully.

She pointed at him and her shoulders sagged, her entire body deflated. "But, I wanna try it," she whined in a small voice, staring at the waffle longingly conveying her unspoken adoration and love.

He planned on letting her have whatever she desired, but it was too good of an opportunity to pass up not to toy with her a bit. "I'll share half of it with you. How's that?"

She instantly light up, and gazed at him with hopeful eyes, but he could see the wheels turning in her head as she tried to come up with more ways to melt his heart so he could give in and let her have the entire piece.

Little did she know, other than that one mug of chocolate was for himself, the rest was actually all for her.

He watched her as she dutifully cut up the waffle, giving herself just the slightly larger piece, since she had purposely cut it in an uneven manner. He took a sip of his hot chocolate to stifle his laugh at her greediness.

"There," she pointed at the slightly smaller half on the plate with the tip of her fork and gave him the cutest expression in his opinion; not that he didn't always thought that she was adorable. She stabbed hers up and took a bite, humming at the crispy exterior and a moan followed when the fudge seeped out.

He watched in absolute contentment, and couldn't help the smile that split his face. He knew there was zero chance of him getting his half.

"Here," she picked up the other half that was supposedly his and raised it near his mouth. "Take a small bite, because you might not like it."

He laughed at the seriousness on her face. He opened his mouth and took in half of the portion, his teeth hovering above the food, and his eyes darted up to read her reaction through his lashes. He chuckled when her eyes widened and her lips tightened together as he inched closer to her hand to take more into his mouth. In the end, he relented and uncharacteristically bit a small corner off. She immediately relaxed, and exhaled the breath that she didn't know she was holding.

"You're right. I don't like it."

She glared at him, giving him a stink-eye. "Liar," she nudged him on the side. She had no idea he would humor her this far. "When would you ever dislike anything made of chocolate," she observed, finishing the rest of the waffle; his portion too. She knew he was just fooling with her and he loved it just as much as her, he just loved her more. "Can we buy a whole bunch to bring it home? Like dozens?"

He nodded, pulling her in to kiss her. He watched as she made her way through the sugar overloaded order as he sipped at his hot chocolate waiting for her to take notice of the mug. He had already had the take out packed and brought to the car by Sawyer.

She never did notice the patterns on it, even after she had finished drinking from it and placed it back down satisfied.

Just as he had predicted, knowing her.

"I knew it," he placed his own empty mug down next to hers and pieced them together after adjusting them. She watched cluelessly, until the answer presented itself. She cooed at the creativity. "You like it? It can be an item separated too," and, he showed it to her.

"This is so cute," she crooned, picking up a mug to admire it, then pieced them back together like he just did.

"Can we keep it?"

"I had it custom made, so of course. It's a souvenir," he grinned shyly at her completely awestruck look. He rarely had her looking at him like that, and he wanted to savor it.

The mug had a hand-drawn picture of them in this very shop four years ago where he was stealing a gigantic bite from her chocolate croissant. The moment was captured by a total stranger, but after nearly getting turned away for good with a threat of a lawsuit, the stranger got in touch with him after recognizing him in the news.

"This is so precious, and adorable," she still couldn't get over this gift. She could never ceased to be amazed by him, and he could never fail to show her that he was an absolute, utter romantic at heart. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately on the lips, pouring all of her feelings, her sorrow, her devotion, and her affection into it.

Bystanders would think that he had just proposed, but only they understood that it was the simplistic, small, and seemingly insignificant gestures that made their relationship so special, and their bond so unique and unbreakable.

"I love you so much, Christian," she gazed at him through her slightly teary eye sockets.

With that, the last bit of indestructible brick wall around his heart crumbled at her feet.

He was all hers—heart, body, and soul.

"And, I love you, sweetheart," he whispered back. Hugging her closer to him, and feeling warmth spread through his body.

He didn't regret choosing her over his own family, because if he was asked to do it again, he'd choose her again in a heartbeat.

It had been her all along.

He had chosen her countless of times in the past, and she had not once let him down. He knew he could count on her.

"Cheese?"

"What?" He snapped himself out of his own reverie and met the curious blue orbs.

"I said cheese."

"I heard, but where's the camera?" He fired back, continuing on his mission to tease her and mock her.

"The edible ones. Mozzarella!" She swatted his chest, and he couldn't even feel the contact beneath the thick coat and wool sweater that he was wearing. "The handmade cheese shop, remember?"

"How can I forget," he chortled. "You made me buy a whole chunk last time."

"Maybe you've got a surprise for me there, too?" She joked, but she didn't know that she was right to take the hint and travel down the memory lane despite his denial that this was a reenactment earlier.

"You greedy minx," he swatted her ass. "Actually," he corrected, following her into the cheese shop. "You're my minx."

They made their way to the counter after waiting for a bit in line as Anastasia browsed the collection on display. Nothing much had changed, and the store wasn't too big, but it had certainly been redesigned and redecorated.

"How big do you want it?" The guy behind the counter asked the customer before them, and Anastasia watched in fascination as the person behind the glass past the counter guy lift up a round ball of fresh cheese with water still dripping down from the side. It wasn't her first time here but she still liked it as if this was her first.

When it was their turn, the cashier guy walked away without an explanation, only after a subtle nod from Christian who stood behind her but she didn't see that. His hands rested on her hips, and he could feel her confusion being passed over but also feel her slight anticipation.

"Hi, welcome. We have a new product, it is currently on sale with limited number in stock," the man returned, repeating the line that he said to everyone, pointing to their handout on the counter next to the cashier. Anastasia scanned over it, and hesitated because she missed out on the chocolate waffle the last time as she wasn't be careful. If it wasn't for a super loving boyfriend, she knew she would have to buy one herself.

"Um…" she turned to Christian for a clue but he just stared right back at her with a blank expression. She then darted to the people waiting behind her, and she felt cornered. "Can I try a bit?"

"We serve it in small portions, so we don't have any samples available. I'm sorry, ma'am."

She winced then looked at Christian imploring him with her eyes asking him if they could buy it, because she had spotted the price and realized that if nothing had changed, the average price in this shop had definitely rose; she could say the same about the chocolate place. He nodded, already expecting her to react this way. He passed the cashier his card, and he rang them up, then handed the credit card back. The cashier then disappeared, only to come back empty handed and moving to the next customer.

Christian hadn't uttered a single word since he entered the shop, and he knew that the cashier had gone into inform them of his arrival, and the second time to inform them of the added order. Fortunately, Anastasia hadn't noticed this.

"What?" She muttered, but then decided to act chill and like a normal patient woman, not someone with PMS.

"Where do you want to go next?" He asked, wrapping his arms fully around her waist and resting his chin against the back of her head, this was the first time he made a sound since entering the store.

"Don't tell me you're actually going to reenact our first time here."

"I told you this isn't a reenactment, just a trip down memory lane before we go off exploring the new things."

"Why do I feel like you've done something?" She turned around in his arms and saw him through narrowed eyes.

His only response was grinning back at her, neither confirming nor denying her accusation.

"Madam," the man from behind the counter dropped off a large bag and shared a knowing look with Christian before disappearing, it was a different guy from behind the cashier.

"Didn't he say small portions?" She murmured questioningly, digging through the bag as she got led away by Christian to some place that she had no idea existed.

He sat her down and laid everything out onto the table, observing her expression carefully with each item. Once the bag was emptied, she darted her eyes to and fro between him and the content spread on the table.

"So… which one is the special on-sale product?"

He buried his face in his hands and at the moment he didn't know whether to laugh at her obliviousness or cry at it. His shoulders shook with his face still hidden and he contemplated bumping them repeatedly against the well polished wooden desk to forget that his girlfriend just asked that question.

"Did I do something extremely stupid?" She asked innocently.

He laughed, pulling her off of her stool and into the tightest embrace. "You truly are one in a million, baby." He told her most sincerely. "And, I wouldn't have it any other way."

"You really are confusing right now."

He spun her around so she was semi-perched on his thigh in between his parted thighs.

"This is the special," he pointed to a small box, deciding to give her one last chance. "This is the ones that we had last time," he pointed to the two biggest container. There was now one more medium sized one left in the only transparent plastic container, and her focus finally zoomed in on it.

She picked it up and frowned at the shape, then opened the lid to read the words engraved on it.

"You can be so dense sometimes, honey," he chuckled against her neck after she gasped at the inscription on the fresh cheese. It was a medium size heart shaped cheese for a single serve.

To my secret Valentine A
From your secret Valentine C x

She giggled. "Secret, huh?"

"Well, the upgrade of our relationship status is a secret for now, isn't it? Besides, you felt like we haven't done anything romantic lately, so I thought I'd do something."

"Half embarrass me and half being an absolute sweetheart?"

"A sweetheart?" He smiled shyly at the compliment. "The embarrassment truly isn't part of the plan, but I thought I had made it pretty obvious, you just never noticed."

"I didn't know what I'm supposed to be looking for," she protested weakly. "But, yes, you have been an utter romantic tonight."

"Is it a good thing?" He asked coyly.

"The absolute best!" She grinned cheekily and was only vaguely aware of how cheese that sounded. "Are we framing this thing?"

"It's going to get nasty if it gets moldy. There are tomato slices at the bottom just for you," with that he presented her with a knife and fork.

He watched her and thought she was going to put the first slice in her mouth, but he knew it wouldn't be for her when she poured olive oil and spread black pepper atop of it, then she offered it to him. He opened his mouth and ate it, his eyes shone with gratitude of the small gesture.

She wasn't a selfish person by any definition but they both knew that she would sometimes jokingly take advantage of the unspoken rule between them, which was his overindulgence and his tendency to pamper her.

"This is so delicious," she hummed, putting a slice without any add-ons in her own mouth. Then, she alternated between feeding him and herself, always remembering to put on the extras when it was his turn. She liked the natural flavor.

"Okay," he stopped them before a familiar clothing store, and she knew that they had missed the sunglasses store. "I have a confession to make," he grabbed her by the shoulders, and she thought something was wrong with the serious look on his face. "The sunglasses place closed a couple of years ago after they made huge money since the publication of our photograph, so this is your last gift or surprise before we go explore some new places, and maybe find a restaurant."

She nodded, accepting his explanation and believing that they did need to find a place to eat because neither he nor Sawyer had ate much while she had been eating nonstop.

They stepped into the store, and immediately, Christian wanted to laugh at what he had for her, but he didn't want to make her more suspicious than she was right now because she was already wary of her surrounding.

It was nothing abnormal, customers were doing what they were expected to do and retailers were busy selling. Until one approached them with a bag that said "Happy Birthday" on it.

"I planned to bring you here for your birthday last year," he confessed. They did talk a lot about revising Pike's Place for a long time, but they never got the chance to make the trip, and that got dragged on until now. At least, one of them finally took the initiative and did it.

She took the bag and thanked the shop manager. Christian tipped her and thanked her for keeping it for him for so long. Bemused, Anastasia wondered just how long it had been kept here that would warrant such a hefty tip; granted, he was usually pretty generous with tips.

"Open it," he encouraged.

She did, and instantly started to giggle at the content, then when she went through them, she began to laugh.

It was the worst color combination, but the polkadot maxi dress was one she could never forget, because the last time they were here, she remembered giving him the power to choose her outfit from inside out. Then, she repeated it for him, but in her opinion, she did a way better job at selecting his wardrobe than he did; or perhaps it was because he would look good in anything he wore. And, he probably was going for the hideous route back then.

Hence, she ended up wearing a tight maxi dress that was two sizes too small, clearly exposing the outline of her equally tight fitting bra and panties. Her underwear were the only sizes that he got right the last time around, or he chose the wrong size on purpose.

"You were a terrible personal shopper back then," she told him. "Your tastes in fashion," she shook her head. "Why did I even agree to date you?"

He chortled but even he'd admit to himself that he wasn't the best person to shop for clothes with because he truly didn't think the polkadot dress looked that bad, but now he thought it was possibly the worst choice.

"I hope you at least changed the size."

"I told you, I was going for sexy," he defended himself as he watched her gesticulate the dress. He didn't make a single change to what he had chosen, that also included the size of the dress.

She snorted at his response and with an eye roll. The dress barely passed her mid-thigh and it was supposed to be knee-length if not longer than her knees.

"This is the most hideous dress ever! Thank god you know how to buy stuff these days, or else I would've regretted my answer."

He laughed along with her. "This is gift is a prank, I'll admit it."

"I can't believe you actually bought it," she added good-naturedly. "Or you just want to show off your impeccable memory," she jested but when he didn't react to it, she suddenly realized something. "You bought these four years ago, and had it stored here?"

He nodded sheepishly. That took some serious negotiation skill and cash.

"How much did you pay them?" She lowered her voice considerably.

"Just a few hundreds here and there," he laughed at her conspiratorial tone.

She shook her head at the length he'd go to just to make things happen.

"Try it on," he prompted, pushing her into the nearby dressing room, desperately wanting to laugh but forced himself to suppress it and remain a neutral facial expression. He felt like a teenage boy all of a sudden, pranking on a poor soul; only difference was, he happened to be in love with his current victim.

She did and laughed at her own reflection along with his sniggering, then humored the both of them by posing for a bunch of ridiculous mirror selfies. The changing stall ruptured with wave after wave of giggles as if they were truly in high school and playing around in shopping malls.

In that one moment, they forgot about their role in the adult society, and their duty as leaders in their own industries, and dismissed the propriety expected from them as public figures and a couple who was constantly under the spotlight.

They were just them.

The waiter scurried away after taking their number card away fearing that he was intruding.

Swayer sat down on the bench opposite them, expecting to feel uncomfortable only to realize that he really wasn't. Despite trailing behind a couple who were clearly very much in lover like he once was, and shadowing them like a third wheel, when the boss surprised them with fast food as dinner, and invited him to join in he felt welcomed and anything but awkwardness.

They sat around the rectangular table, listening to Anastasia talk animatedly, and mostly just her bitching about work and gossiping about people, but the two men didn't miss the chance to tease her making her hide in Christian's side every so often. Sawyer also got asked twenty-questions by Anastasia as she shamelessly pried about his personal life and his most recent breakup.

It was just burgers, fries, and fried chickens, but at that moment none of them felt like they were working high salary jobs. They were just a bunch of friends bonding and catching up over a treat of greasy, fat, and unhealthy diet.

Back in the apartment, she kicked off of her shoes and shot straight for the living room where they had installed a fluffy rug. She tossed her shedded clothes and dumped it all over the sofa and dove for the ground. Taco sprinted after her as if she had something fun up her sleeves and he wasn't going to miss out on it.

Christian laughed as Taco slipped at every turn and Anastasia's scream followed subsequently once the both of them disappeared into the living room. He was still in the kitchen putting everything they bought in the fridge and now he had to think of something to do with the maxi dress. It was meant to be a joke, and now he didn't know what to do with it.

He left the bag on the breakfast bar and headed for the living room. It was Taco's room, at least he had already claimed it with all of his 'belongings'. At least he didn't take the TV room which they'd changed it to their shared home office.

He walked into the room just in time to catch Taco in the act wrestling Anastasia on to the ground. He laughed silently, and crept further into the room as he watched his girlfriend fight off their giant puppy in vain. Taco's tongue was flinging around everywhere, and his tail wagged mischievously from side to side as he attempted again and again to lick her face. Anastasia was already pinned on the ground and he could only imagine the amused face that Taco was sporting right now.

"Taco!" Anastasia screamed through her giggles as Taco swooped down and gave her another long lick along her face.

"Hey, that's my girl you're smooching, Tucks!" Christian finally made his presence known, despite knowing that she could fight off Taco her own without help because Taco was just being playful.

Taco jumped off of Anastasia but was still bounding on his front paws next to her who was still on the floor, but at least in the seated position. She crossed her legs and steadied her breath, then she lunged at the hound who was a head taller than her in his standing position. Taco slipped away from her only to bounce back to taunt her.

"Are we playing with him?"

He picked up the only board game that they had brought down from the penthouse and gestured it to her. They usually play poker more than other games since he was really good at it, and she was determined to practice with her so she could win a few from her extended family in Brighton.

"No, I can spare some time to play with you," she quipped, her fingers still weaving through Taco's hair and the dog was already laid down on his stomach with his head in her lap, enjoying the massage.

"Great," he responded dryly, gently scooting Taco's big ass to the side so he could sit directly in front of her. Taco's head shot up from her lap and glared at Christian before laying it back down, Christian stuck his tongue out and shot him a stinky glance.

As Christian was laying out the pieces and setting up Scrabble, Taco shifted onto his back and his four legs were now in the air, using Anastasia's calf as his pillow. He babbled his lips and heaved out a content sigh.

"I know, my girl's comfortable, right?" Christian rolled his eyes at the pooch pretending to be jealous. "I did well, didn't I? Got a cuddly woman, huh."

Taco paid him no attention.

"Okay!" He clapped his hands together announcing that he finished, Taco flipped onto his stomach within the second and stood up alarmed, then he went off scouting the perimeter of the living room. His nose stuck to the ground and sniffed all the way to the entrance before he trotted back, nudging at Christian's hand asking for a massage.

Anastasia dutifully drew from the sack where the letters were, and giggled when she saw that Christian was now massaging him with him laid next to him. His eyes trained on the board in between them, Taco shifted his head when Christian stopped to think, reminding him that he still needed to be petted.

"My turn?" He studied the board once Anastasia laid down another letter. She nodded, watching Taco trying to get her man's attention by tirelessly nudging him all over the place just because his hand briefly left his head to place a letter.

As the couple get more drawn into Scrabble, Taco got increasingly agitated. He thought he was the center of their attention, and now that they were playing with a bunch of plastics, he believed that he needed to reestablish himself. So, he stood up.

"Tucks!" Anastasia protested first when the pooch walked right through her cards, knocking them all off of the holder and pretending like he did nothing, his tail whipped violently from side to side as he dipped his head down to lick her face.

His hind legs then moved to step on the board where all of their puzzles were pushed off, and his tail was now sweeping at Christian's face.

"Tucks, get off!" He spat out a mouthful of his fur and commanded through strangled voices as his girlfriend tried her best to fend of the beast who found it very entertaining. Taco moved off of the board and turned around to focus his attention on Christian and begin his ministration by accidentally knocking off his cuing letters as he walked closer to his male owner.

"Taco," Anastasia whined, rubbing his back roughly to take out her slight anger and frustration on the pooch.

Taco sat down, under the pressure of her hands. The look on his face was anything but innocent but he was trying to play off as an innocent puppy who was just seeking some love and attention from his owners.

"Buddy, you can't intrude like that," Christian cupped his face and attempted to lecture him, but all Taco did was extend his front paws and laid down right on top of the board and in between their legs.

The couple glanced at each other helplessly, then back down at the dog who had his chin resting on his paws appearing to be content. The humans both heaved out a long sigh.

Might as well share a few minutes with this demanding dog.

"I really enjoyed tonight, thank you," she stepped under the shower and was immediately joined by him.

"I did, too. All thanks to you, baby."

He tilted her head and pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss.

"But your night has only just begun," he grinned at her salaciously, and that devil molten gray eyes could make her drench like no other stimulation. Unconsciously, she pressed her thighs together, but was soon hoisted up against the shower wall and legs around his waist.


I understand that a lot of you are looking forward to a juicy Valentine's Day lemon, but I didn't go with that though I hint about it at the very end.

I do hope you still like the cute/adorable version instead of the steamy one.

Thank you for reading and reviewing.

Happy Valentine's Day!
[February 14, 2020]

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