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“No, Samuel got it. Tip too.”
Finally, we make our way to our fourth and final stop of the day. The ice cream parlor. I feel like a kid as I order a double scoop of Rocky Road and Cherry Jubilee ice cream in a dish, with whipped cream and a cherry. Harper goes with a scoop of chocolate chunk and banana split, and at the table in front of the window, we eat our sweet treats.
By the time we’re done, I feel truly pampered and loved.
“Ready to head home?” Harper asks, as she throws our bowls in the trash.
“Ready,” I confirm, anxious to get home and thank Samuel for such a wonderful day.
When we pull up to the house, Samuel and Latham are standing on the porch. Latham waves goodbye to Samuel, gives me a kiss on the cheek as he passes, and climbs in the passenger seat I just vacated. I turn around just in time to wave goodbye, curious as to what the hurry is.
“Where’s the fire?” I ask as I walk up the steps.
“They just wanted to give us a little privacy,” Samuel says, taking me in his arms and kissing me hello.
“Well, good afternoon to you too,” I tell him.
He takes my hand and leads me into the house. “Come on, I have something to show you.”
We head inside, bypassing the kitchen and heading straight for the master bedroom. The door is shut, but I can smell the fresh paint. The anticipation is getting the best of me as I try to picture what he’s done. When he opens the door, my imagination didn’t do any justice of the actual finished product.
“Wow,” I whisper as we step inside.
Samuel clears his throat and moves us to the center of the bedroom. “One of my favorite things to do with you is watch the stars, so I brought them inside.”
The former white walls are now a gorgeous shade of blue that continues to the ceiling, but it’s what’s stuck there that has tears burning behind my eyelids.
“I know it might be a little cheesy,” he starts, his paint-covered hand messing with the collar of his T-shirt. “I remembered Marissa had these on her ceiling when she was younger, and I got to thinking, they would be perfect for here. For us.”
I’m smiling as I look up at the dozens of stars on the ceiling. It’s not dark enough in here yet for them to shine, but I can picture it perfectly, the beautiful glow of the stars later tonight. “It’s amazing. I love it,” I tell him, noticing for the first time that the furniture isn’t pushed back against the walls.
“Tomorrow we’ll move it all back to the walls, but I didn’t want to take the chance of the paint not being completely dry. I’ve never painted an entire room so fast in my life,” he confesses.
Turning, I throw my arms around his neck. “You did this for me,” I whisper, nuzzling my nose against his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his soap.
“Yeah, well, for both of us. That white was so…boring.”
I can’t help but laugh. “It was,” I confirm. “But you’ve made great strides and stepped out of your comfort zone on a lot.”
He nods in agreement. “I have, because the woman I love has made me see there’s nothing wrong with a little splash of color.” He runs his lips over my forehead and just breathes me in.
We stand there for several minutes, soaking in the warmth of each other and the changes around us. So many changes, but when I’m next to Samuel, those changes don’t look so daunting. “Thank you for today.”
He wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me into his chest, his front to my back. “Anytime, Freedom. You deserved a little pampering.”
“And for this surprise. It’s my favorite room in the house,” I confess.
He beams at me. “Oh, Marissa brought over some dinner. It’s in the oven.”
“Well, I had a double scoop of ice cream not that long ago, so I’m not quite ready for dinner yet.”
His eyebrows shoot up and a wicked grin spreads across his face. “No?”
“Not yet.”
“Whatever shall we do?” he asks, his hands sliding down my arms and drawing goosebumps in their wake.
“Well, we could talk about our next color change,” I suggest.
Samuel pauses. “What else could we possibly change? Every room in this place has color in it?”
With my own wicked smile, I reach down and tug on his shorts. The elastic gives easily as they drop below his narrow hips and fall to the floor. His cock starts to harden right before my eyes, and I lick my lips as I gaze down at it.
When my eyes meet his, I just smile. “Let’s talk about these tighty-whities.”
