Chapter 2

The food is exquisite. I pop a grape into my mouth and squish it against my palate. Sonic is eyeing my from the other corner of the mat and he breaks into a wicked grin when he catches my gaze. His heated look warms my core. The sensation is absolutely delicious and I smile at him as he begins to scoot closer to me.

"I want one." Sonic says softly, his voice low. I blink twice. "Feed me, babe." Without missing a beat, Sonic drops his jaw open. I struggle to not be awkward as I slip a grape into his waiting mouth.

"Here." I smile innocently. Sonic nods graciously. He chews slowly, deliberately, watching me. I can't tear my eyes from his lips.

"Your turn." Sonic says and I automatically pop my lips open. He picks up the lone strawberry from the center arrangement of fruit in the basket and grazes it over my bottom lip. Then, with a spark of bravery, I trace the tip of my tongue over the small fruit and briefly brush his finger. Sonic's mouth falls open in a perfect "O". I revel in the delight of having this effect on him.

His eyes hooded and dark with lust, Sonic murmurs "I want some strawberry." I lean towards him, offering the only strawberry to share. To my joy, Sonic presses his lips to the fruit in my mouth. We make eye contact as he bites off a chunk and pulls back. He chews, while I do the same. I swallow quickly and press my lips once more to his.

Sonic kisses back. The embrace is tender and romantic—all the things I knew Sonic could be, just never showed. I love it, just like I love this man. I pour all of my emotion into the kiss, making it deeper as my tongue enters the warm cavern of his mouth. Our tongues dance, fighting for power.

"Amy, I love you so much." Sonic breaks the kiss.

"I know you do. And I love you." I say breathlessly. Sonic kisses my forehead sweetly and rises from the mat.

"Let's go home, baby." He says, reaching out his hand. I place my palm in his and he pulls me up.

Together, we clean up the mess and carry it through the forest. We drive home in a very welcomed silence—the kind that feels almost perfect, no more words needing to be said. It's surreal.

Sonic's house is huge and mansion-esque. The pine trees that line the white cement driveway come to a stop once we enter the well groomed front yard. Red rose bushes now contour the loop while we come to a smooth stop in Sonic's sleek, black Audi.

After climbing out of the driver's side seat, Sonic makes his way speedily over to open my door. I clamber out of the car and bite my bottom lip as Sonic trails me into the foyer of his house. A priceless white and blue china vase sits alone on a dark wooden table, just to the left of the vestibule in the dining room. I turn my head to the right where an archway leads to the living room. Willingly, I make my way upstairs with Sonic.

He leads me down the candle lit hall and together we enter his master bedroom. Without another word spoken, Sonic shrugs out of his white button up shirt. I reel in desire, drinking in his undying glory. His green eyes catch my hungry gaze and he immediately flushes.

I fight back the urge to throw myself against him, knowing that, with time, it'll be a welcomed gift—just not yet. Sonic has been saving himself not just for me, but for marriage. He is a full-fledged virgin and, as difficult as it may be to keep away, I accept and admire his courage to wait for the right woman. A smile cracks my face as I realize that he's chosen me as his right woman.

Sonic heaves an exasperated sigh and glances away purposely as I begin to slip out of my fitted red sundress. Standing in a matching set of white lacy undergarments, I lift my gaze to my reflection in the mirror.

"You're beautiful." Sonic breathes, now looking at me voraciously. In my reflection I am met with two emerald green eyes, almost too big for my thin face. My tangled up bun, planted loosely at the top of my head, is a light pink color and it reflects the girl to Sonic's blue spikey do.

"Thanks." I grumble, not seeing it. Suddenly, Sonic is behind me, completely and utterly naked. He strokes away a fallen lock of rose colored hair from my neck and slips me out of my bra. Sonic kisses my shoulder blade as he hooks his thumbs in my panties and helps me out of them.

We look almost biblical—like Adam and Eve—basking in our nudeness. Sonic snakes his arms around my waste and gazes into the mirror. I admire his toned abdomen and the light spattering of hair on his chest as I'm almost sure he's staring at my breasts.

If Sonic weren't so convinced saving himself for marriage is the right thing to do, I'm positive he'd be the biggest flirt I know. For now, he's just a tease—my tease.

"Let's go to sleep." I murmur breathily. Sonic loosens his hold on my body and nods reluctantly. We head to the king sized bed, equipped with a full duvet set, lacey netting around it, and four intricate bedposts in every corner. Smiling hopelessly, I hop onto the bed and reach into the end table to get a smooth, light nightgown. It's short, but covers just enough. I watch as Sonic drags on a pair of cotton PJ pants.

He rolls into bed beside me and grasps my hand. With my head on his chest and my hand cradled in his, I fall asleep admiring the stunning ring on my finger. My eyes fill with tears of contentment as the last image of the night drifts into a dream—the image of a diamond sparkling in the moonlight and my fiancé's loving hand caressing it.