Page 61 of Out of Office
Adrián could not leave the States until he had his green card, which could be a year from now. I had a career that required diligence, ambition, and drive. I’d built a life based on those tenets.
An ache settled in my chest, but I was being fanciful; at the end, marrying Adrián was the prize regardless of how we did it or what came next.
Twenty-Five
Genevieve
The beauty of a sunset cruise was we were home by nine. The car ride home was filled with ideas of how we could showcase Villa Bonita online. I told him all about my concepts, of the things I had been journaling and that now had become my dreams, and Adrián received it all with such a bright grin he magically lifted my spirits.
At this point, I was convinced I could sell those smiles as pick-me-ups in the pharmacy and make a fortune.
Thoughts of what our wedding could be taunted me with vivid images of Adrián dressed in white, the warm sand under my feet, the breeze rustling around my hair as I held his hands, but I let go of that dream for now to live in the present.
Whenever we were in Aguimar, and I had focused on the present, I opened myself to the most wonderful memories of my life. I had stopped doing that. I’d been living in my head, full of troubles and worries, pending decisions and changed lives. Adrián had guided me through a softer way of living, but none of that would work if I didn’t embrace it physically and mentally.
So, refocusing on the present, I turned all my attention on my plans for the end of the night. Before we sat on the sofa, I deployed part one.
“Adrián, so sorry. Could you get us ice cream?”
“Ice cream? We ain’t got none in the fridge.”
“I know.” I tried pouting to avoid the smile that threatened to come out. He hadn’t slipped in a minute. Holding my smile didn’t feel comfortable, so it probably came out as a cringe smirk. Great, real hot girl behavior.
“What’s that face? No need to do all of that. You know I got you.” Yup, sexy, I was really putting it on right now.
Minutes later, Adrián was out of the apartment, and I sprinted to get things in place.
He’d learned to navigate this part of the city pretty well, so I had limited time.
Twenty minutes later, the scene was set. The door opened, and in walked my future husband, looking scrumptious in his outfit.
“Hey, Preciosa, I have... What is this?” he asked in awe.
The living room glowed with many lanterns, an amber hue transforming it into a magical hideaway. In the middle, I had removed the coffee table and layered blankets and pillows. I sat in the middle of the blankets with spoons on one side and oil on the other.
“A night where we take our time, finally,” I said.
“Yes, that, yes.” He gave me a mischievous grin that hit me right in my feelings and other areas. “What you’re wearing is...wow,” he said, removing his shoes and approaching me.
“You like?” I stretched my legs, showcasing my onesie. Black with gold hearts, a little tighter than my usual, with a zipper in the front for when things got steamy, and another surprise left for him to figure out.
“Do I like it? Listen, you could be wearing a burlap sack covered in angry ants, and I would love you. When you grow gray in your temples, and your laugh lines become wrinkles, I will love you even more.”
Waterfalls, waterfalls everywhere.
“Come here.” I pulled him, and he settled on the blankets bringing the ice cream. We sat facing each other, me crisscrossed, and him sprawled on a mountain of pillows. Even though he was familiar with every inch of my body and I his, he still sparked a firework show in my belly.
“So, did you really want the ice cream?”
“Do you not know me?”
He opened up the butter pecan, the only right flavor, and grabbed one of the spoons, feeding me.
“Today was unforgettable. Outside of my trip with you, I don’t remember enjoying my time, unbothered, relaxed, just having a good time—zero stress. And how our week panned out with our new routines, and...it’s all just right. You always say I’m rushing through things, through life, so I want us to take our time tonight.” I wanted to embrace it all—mind and body—leave all the worries behind while we were together. But I didn’t need to say it out loud. He understood.
“You know I’m all for that.” Adrián pressed a butter pecan–flavored kiss on my lips. Our tongues met in a sensual play, a give-and-take, a leisurely exploration that left us with me on top of Adrián. His hard body supported mine, my heart beating so fast in complete abandon, ignoring the slow pace I was trying to achieve.
Adrián’s hand slid up my thighs, up my ass, and he pulled back from our kiss, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake.