From Hate Flourishes Love

Suprises

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I sit behind Zander, tracing the lines along his bare back, the warmth of his skin gentle against my fingertips.

Zander keeps busy on his computer. I don't bother telling him he should at least take a break from work, because he wouldn't listen. Plus, I like having quiet moments between us.

"Mmm," a soft moan escapes Zander's lips.

He looks back at me with a suggestive gaze, saying something I should have expected from him.

"Do my cock now," he breathes.
"Zander," I rasp."Can't you behave yourself for a few minutes?"

"No," he says."You have nice soft warm hands." He turned his face from me but I could almost hear the sly smile on his face. 

Parts of me want to give him what he's asking while others want to beat him for being such a horny bastard. I ignore Zander, continuing to work the knots from his tense muscles.

"Kai?"

"Zander . . . I am not giving you a hand job." I tell him.

He chuckles, "It's not that."

"What is it, then?" I ask him.

He hesitates, "Do I make you happy?"

I jerk my hands away from him, and a startled shiver courses through me in response to his question. 

"Why would you ask me a thing like that? " I ask him.

"It's just," he swallows."I am curious," he fumbles for words," if you think . . . I'm a good husband ?"

Gosh — this man. How did he transition from trying to convince me to stroke his member to being completely vulnerable about his feelings?  

"Absolutely,"  I answer him. "You're a good husband, the best one."

"You're not just staying that to make me feel better about myself?"

"I am not," I pull his face close, resting my forehead against his, letting him see the truth in my eyes," when I am with you I feel like I am the only person that matters in your entire world."

"Because you're," he whispers against my lips.

I clutch the back of his neck, tipping us both down to the pillow. I slide my hand into his hair, "You should get a haircut." I whisper, realizing I could almost get his hair into a man bun.

He laughs softly, resting his head on the crook of my shoulder.

"Yeah," he says, "the barber is coming tomorrow."

I smile, placing my cheek against his head, relaxing into the bourbon scent of his body.

"Kai," he voices.
"Yes, Zander?"
"I love you," he says, breathing the words against my skin.
"I love you," I remind him.

He turns his gaze at me, his face lit up as if it's the very first time I am saying it to him. I feel my cheek tense with a blush. I am yet to understand how any man could be as handsome as him. I keep Zander in my arms, my hands on either side of his chest until he finally falls asleep.

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I walk out to the poolside, where Zander sunbathing. I swallow the thrill that swells in my throat, reminding myself that I have seen this man shirtless already.