AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Where are you taking me?”
He chuckled as he steered her toward the living room. “That’s a surprise. One of a few I have in store for you. The first one is right here,” he said, switching on the living room lights.
Stunned, she couldn’t speak for a few minutes. Her two paintings,The KissandThe Forever-Kindwere hanging on one of the walls of the living room.
She turned to Gavin. “You were the persistent customer?”
“I am. I’m no art critic, babe, but I couldn’t let anyone else have these two—this is us, isn’t it?”
She nodded.
He pulled her closer. “I love us. I love your paintings, and I love, I love you.”
“I love you, too. Time for my surprise.” As she took his hand, she could feel her dress slipping. Her bridegroom had been busy; he’d unbuttoned her dress all the way down, it would seem. She held it up with one hand as she led him down the corridor to her studio.
“Turn around,” she ordered him. “I’ll tell you when you can look.”
Grinning, he obeyed.
Yesterday, when she’d finished the painting, she’d put it against the wall, the front turned away from prying eyes. She’d wanted to keep it a surprise for Gavin. Lifting the painting while managing to keep her dress from slipping down wasn’t that easy, but finally the painting was on the easel.
“Okay, you can look now.”
Slowly, he turned around. His eyes widened. “Babe...” He walked closer, staring at the painting.
She’d painted him as she saw him—caring, gentle, loving, compassionate. All these attributes were in his eyes, in the way he smiled from the painting.
“Is that really how you see me?” His voice wasn’t quite steady.
She stepped forward. “Loving, caring, always there when I need you? Yes, that’s exactly how I see you. That’s exactly who you are. You’re a great catch, Gavin Wilson, and I’m so glad you agreed to have a fake relationship with me weeks ago.” And she dropped the dress.
His eyes darkened. Stepping over the dress, he picked her up. “Thank you, babe. I will do my utmost to live up to this picture.”
She slid her hands behind his neck. “Starting now, I hope?”
“Starting right now.” And kissing her, he strode purposefully toward their bedroom.
“Have I told you that you make my toes curl when you kiss me?” she asked against his lips.
Laughing, he put her down next to the bed. “You’ll have to show me.”
“You’ll have to take my shoes off.”
“Gladly, Mrs. Wilson, gladly. I will spend my life loving you and making sure your toes are always, always curling.”
“Deal,” she whispered, and kissed him.
