A Lover To Him

Chapter Twenty, Caine Williams

Sexual content ahead, along with mentioning of sex. 

This is marked as mature content. 

Caine Williams

Seeing the love of my life enjoy the food I made for her so much gives me some sort of satisfaction in a way that I haven't felt in a long time. It's adorable how happy and enthusiastic she can be over the small things I do, and it shows how much she appreciates them. I do have to admit that the pasta turned out even better than I hoped it would. Yeah sure, my dad taught me how to cook, but he only taught me simple dishes. This one required quite some experience, and since, I haven't cooked for a long time, I didn't think it would turn out the way I wanted it to.

But it was when I saw Mia enjoying her meal so much that I knew that she absolutely loved the way the dish turned out, and I'm satisfied whenever she is. It's strange how one day she stumbled accidentally into my life and changed everything for me. I don't think she ever realized how her bumping into me made drastic changes in my life, and they are good changes.

It took me quite a while to figure it out, but ever since I kissed her on the side of the road, I knew it was going to be her. Not for a while, but forever. I knew that it would be her forever, and strangely, I didn't mind it at all. It gave me some sort of peace to know that there would only be one woman for me, Amelia White, the most adorable and smartest girl I've ever met.

She makes me laugh, she makes me cry, and she makes me angry. She makes me feel more alive than I've ever been in my entire life, and it's something I never want to let go of. She annoys me, she amuses me, she melts me, and I know that there would be no one else I would ever melt for. There would never be another girl with such an adorable smile that melts my heart every time I see it. I never realized how frozen I was until I met her, and sometimes, it scares me how much influence she has over me. She was the only one who could get through my frozen exterior and claim her place in my heart without even realizing what she was doing.

I want her to have my last name. I want her morning routines and daily habits. I want her phone calls and her weird, little, annoying quirks. I want her on her good days and her sick days. I want her hands wrapped around my waist and I want her to moan my name at night. I want her eye contact and her smile around me every second of the day. I want to make her coffee every morning just the way she likes it even though it smells disgusting. I want the other side of my bed to be hers and I want to wake up beside her every day. I want her talking faces and her silences. I want our fingers intertwined and her lips on mine. I want her past, her present, and her future.

I want everything from her.

Believe me when I say that she will be mine because I won't stop until she's mine. I'll make sure that by the time she's dead, my last name is engraved on her thumb stone. I swear, that woman has me wrapped around her finger like I'm a little kid, and she doesn't even realize it. She can be so clueless sometimes, but that's one of the things I love about her.

I'm going to love her with everything I have. I'm going to love her in her strongest and weakest moments. I'm going to love her when she's happy and when she's the saddest. I love her, each and every piece of her. I'm always going to love her with all of my heart because I'm so irretrievably in love with her that there's no going back anymore.

"Are you done eating, mon amour?" I ask her, whispering the words in her ear. I know that it makes shivers run down her spine and goosebumps appear on her skin, and I can't help but love how much effect I have on her. A blush appears on her cheeks, and I wrap my hands tighter around her waist while I realize once again how adorable she looks with those red cheeks.