All I Ask(95)

“How about I give you a hint?”

I love when we are playful like this, which is pretty much all the time. We haven’t had any big fights, not even when the girls are wearing on us. Each day that we’re together, we seem to just enjoy. After spending so many years apart, wishing we could be together, it’s impossible for us to be angry, because we’re finally a family.

“Does it have to do with my impressive and thorough skills in bed?”

I nod. “Oh, most definitely.”

“And would it have to do with the fact that you have to bite on pillows when I’m using said skills?”

“You’re rather impressed with your skills, husband.”

He brushes his lips against mine. “Are you not?”

I kiss him softly. “I’m very impressed.”

“Good.”

“Do you want to kiss me?” I ask.

“I always want to kiss you.” I know the feeling. He’s highly addictive and makes me always want more. “However, if I kiss you, I might not stop and then your dress will be wrinkled and you’ll be pissed.”

Would I? I mean, sex with my husband is a good reason for a wrinkled dress. Then I remember that people are going to want to talk, shake hands, and hopefully buy my art, which would give me the opportunity for another showcase.

“You’re right. But tonight…”

He does in fact kiss me, but is careful not to mess my clothes or hair. “Tonight, I’m going to rip this dress off of you and wrinkles will be the least of your concerns.”

I like the sound of that.

I give him a quick peck and take a step back. “I’m really looking forward to that.”

He walks close, takes my hand in his. “I’m really looking forward to the rest of our life.”

Me too, because with Derek Hartz by my side, there’s nothing I can’t do. And that’s something real.