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My cheeks fire and a blush spreads all through me.
“What happened to no sexy talk, hmm?”
“I know,” he says, holding his hands up. “I’m an animal. I’ll be good now, I promise. How about I order us a starter of leavened spiced bread and then the burgers for mains?”
My belly gives another rumble.
“I think that sounds freaking amazing, honestly.”
“There we go then,” he smirks. “Waiter…”
The waiter approaches and Saul deftly orders for both of us, giving me a secret look as he does so. I can’t help but shoot him one right back, as though we’re in our own private world. The torchlight flickers, giving him an added intensity.
“Okay,” I say, laughing. “Now you can finally tell me about the two things that made you feel big.”
“Yeah, it was driving and dressing up as a knight,” he says.
“No way,” I say, clapping delightedly. “You’ve got a picture, right? Please tell me you’ve got a picture.”
“Sparkplug, you might run out the door if you see it.”
“Nah uh,” I say, shaking my head now. “Come on … or maybe I’ll decide I’m too nervous for later.”
“You’re one evil woman,” he says, a bantering note in his voice telling me I’m anything but.
He reaches into his pocket and takes out his phone, and then swipes and types and hands it over to me.
I take it – our hands brushing with sparks of lightning – and then stare down at a short, skinny boy weighed down in a tabard and plastic knight’s armor and a helmet, the visor pulled up to show his trying-to-look-tough face.
“Oh my God,” I gush. “Weren’t you just the cutest little rascal in the world, hmm?”
He chuckles. “Alright, alright,” he says, taking the phone back.
“Now at least I know that Flame really is the best nickname for you,” I tease lightly.
“How so?”
“Because you’re blushing like there are flames in your cheeks.”
“Keep it up,” he smirks. “It all goes in the Spank Bank.”
“The what?”
“Every time you tease me, my beautiful queen, you get one extra spank.”
My sex tighten and I warn myself not to grow wet here, not to soak my panties like he seems to do so easily.
“Isn’t that just motivation to tease you more, huh? Dammit, Saul, now you’ve got me breaking the rules. Come on, so driving and knighthood.”
“Yeah. I was into cars as a kid, ever since I can remember. And I was into medieval history. Once I found out that you couldn’t be a knight in real life, I decided to pursue driving instead.”
“But that doesn’t mean you can’t let out the little boy inside you every now and then.”
“Yeah,” he says, with none of the shame other men might display at the admission. “It’s a fascinating period in history. Back then, it was brutal, Sparkplug, just down-and-dirty fucking brutal. Unless you were a noble, your life consisted of pain and hard work and more pain. I think that’s what’s missing with some men today, the willingness to suffer, to sweat, to hurt for what they believe in. It seems that some men just want their dreams handed to them. But no, it doesn’t work like that. A man has to fight for what he wants.”
I find myself imagining one of the immature boys at college saying something like this, and I just know they’d sound ridiculous.
But Saul sounds like a man just calmly explaining what is necessary.
“Would you fight for me?” I murmur, trying to quell the shyness in the question.
“I’d do anything for you,” he growls. “I’d fight a thousand men in single combat or all at once. I’d build a house in the heart of a volcano and live in there for forty days and forty nights if that was what was required to be with you, or to keep you or our children safe.”
Our hands are intertwined, though I can’t remember who made the first move. We grasp onto each other tightly, as though if we don’t this moment might just fly away.
“I still find this all a bit crazy,” I say.
“Crazy enough to stop?”
“No,” I say at once. “That’s not what I mean at all. I just mean the suddenness of the certainty.”
“Me too,” Saul murmurs. “But perhaps I look at it a little differently.”
“What do you mean?”
He gives my hand a squeeze. “Sometimes I feel like a man from a different time. I tried doing things the modern way once, with a slow buildup, ignoring my instincts. And it failed. But when I saw you, my instincts sent a burning message directly to my soul. I knew I couldn’t ignore it. It’s the same instincts I felt while driving, the not-having-to-think snap decisions that mean the difference between life and a horrible injury … or even death. If I ignored you that day you appeared outside my house, a curvy shy beautiful fucking angel—”
