Page 175 of Flawed

"I just hit fifty," I say, still not believing how fast life has passed. I squeeze her ass, declaring, "Not everyone is a young pup like you."

Her lips twitch. "A young pup."

"Yep. And you'll always be compared to me."

She grins then leans into my ear. "What would you say if the young pup wanted a date night at the restaurant?" She pulls back and locks her green-fire eyes on mine.

My body hardens. Creating the viewing room was one of the best ideas I've ever had. Over the years, we've enjoyed it in too many ways. I reply, "The chef created a new menu."

"Oh?" she innocently asks.

The "menu" is whatever scene I arrange for couples to act out.

I nod and glance around, making sure no one can hear. I lean forward, murmuring, "It involves..." I drag my fingers over the curve of her neck.

She shudders, and her eyes widen in question.

I chuckle, demanding, "Tell me you still love me if you want to know."

Her expression turns serious. She slides her hands on my cheeks, stating, "I'll always love you. And you know this."

I can't help my growing grin. I knew what she'd say before she answered. It's the same thing she always claims, and nothing about it ever gets old. After all these years, it still fills me with more joy than I could ever have imagined.

I guess that's one thing I've learned about life. The littlest things are sometimes the biggest. They can be the only thing that really matters. For me, all I need is assurance of Chanel and Zara's love.

And I finally have it.