This is love

TEN

I squirm with a giggle, the slushing of bath water and bubbles poured onto the tile floor that already had gathered it’s own mini swimming pool and had soaked our discarded clothes. He peppered kisses across the back of my neck and across my shoulders, slipping me from his lap and back between his legs. He squeezes me closer, hands cheekily brushing across my bare chests and peaked nipples, and I feel him smile into my back. 

“Oh Mrs Hayes.” He mumbles with a soft kiss. “How I love you.” 

I squirmed to face him with a wide grin, placing my hand upon his chest and wiggling my finger. The water droplets caught beneath our bathroom lights and caused the diamond to glisten perfectly, a beautiful array of rainbow streaks bouncing across the room. My chest was filled with an endless amount of love. 

“Future.” I teased. “You still need to get me to the altar. Who knows, maybe Tom Holland will finally come searching for me.”

He hums slightly, nudging noses. “Then if that’s the case. Let’s do it. Next month.” 

“What?” 

He quirks a brow at my exclamation. “What?” 

“Next month?” I blurt. “That’s soon. Really soon. You can’t possibly be serious.” 

“Why not?” He smirks, gliding the tips of his fingers up and down my spine. “Why wait? Give me one good reason why we shouldn’t. After everything - why should we wait?” 

He was right. Why should we wait? Life dangled between my fingers more than once, and if anything it has taught me that there was no use in waiting because we just never knew what would happen tomorrow. Tomorrow was promised to no one. 

Jason ducks his head with a smirk and raises a questionable eyebrow again. “Well? Any reason?” 

“None.” I whisper with a shy smile and it causes him to beam. I laughed. “Are you really serious about this?” 

He holds my hand up and brushes his thumb across my ring. “Just as serious as when I asked you.” He kisses my knuckles. “in less than six weeks I want to be able to officially call you my wife. What do you say?” 

I was quiet for a moment. Was I ready to get married next month? Stand in front of family and friends to say my vows. Was I ready to plan a quick wedding in the space of weeks? Was Jason ready? Was he prepared to throw a wedding on top of the stresses of the upcoming Venice hotel and the possible start of the new restaurant I had seen him ponder over the past load of months in secret? 

“I say we better get a move on.” I whispered with a widening smile. His lips twitched into a grin and within a second, my cheeks were cupped within the softness of his hands and my lips pulled between his. I can feel his hands travel from my hips to my bum, squeezing and pulling me closer, the devilish erection prodding at my stomach and making a rumble of laughter claw at my throat. I press my forehead to his with the softest smile at his sweet grin. “We better get a move on, we have a wedding to plan.” 

He laughed. "Better get started." 

He lifts himself from the tub and snatches the towel from the rail, folding it around his waist and grabbing the other for me. He helps me out and glides the fluffy fabric across my skin, soaking every little droplet up from my shoulders to my toes. I squirm as he reaches my scar that he so tenderly dries around.

He reaches into the cabinet, grabbing the dressings and sterile water before dropping to his knees in front of me. I squirm, my self conscience raising its ugly head at the hideous reminder. Jason, sensing my insecurity, kisses on either side of the thick patch of white gauze before he stands again.