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“This is very romantic.” Caressing his back, I kissed his head and moved us back and forth in the low light, with the music playing and the candles flickering around us. “Very romantic.”
“I got it right.” The tone was a mix of relief and pride at having figured out what to do, but I’d have loved anything he’d done for me. “You like romantic things. Partners do stuff like that.”
He’d definitely found something new to worry about.
“I like romantic things, and yes, partners do stuff for each other, but they don’t have to be big gestures. I like dancing like this and I like snuggling with you. Our movie nights and cuddling time are romantic too. I just hadn’t thought of them that way before.”
Because I’d been blind and it’d taken a frightening drama queen to point out a few obvious things.
“Movie nights are romantic because…because we’re partners now?” Something disbelieving in his voice made me smile.
And as he pulled away to study my face, I gave him a quick kiss, getting a huff from him. “We were always partners, pup. I just hadn’t realized it yet.”
Eyes lighting up, Ender leaned in and gave me another kiss. “I like being partners with you.”
The utter innocence of that one statement cut right through to the heart of our relationship. “I like it too, pup.”
And nothing would ever change that.
Chapter 25
Ender
Kissing Leif’s neck, I smiled as he groaned. “No sex while you’re drunk. Stop tempting me.”
Nuzzling against him, I did my best to press closer as we barely swayed. “I’m well on my way to sober.”
We’d been slowly moving in circles long enough that my mind had started to clear, but his scoff said he didn’t believe me. “Prove it.”
He was such a dork.
“I’m already embarrassed about what we’re doing and I’m trying not to trip over my feet or yours.” That made him laugh as he hugged me tight. “See? Sober enough to feel squirmy about why I’m so excited to be squirmy.”
Making a soft hum that was supposed to be a thoughtful sound, Leif pretended to mull over my answer. “I guess that’s believable and sober enough.”
For?
“I’m sober enough that I’m just going to pretend you answered that very clearly and I’m going to keep on dancing.” Because I wasn’t drunk enough for that conversation anymore. “If you wanted me to poke at that question, you should’ve done it a few minutes ago.”
The easy confidence that came with a drink was gone…along with the ridiculous nonsense that came out of my mouth too. Which was why even though part of me liked feeling confident, I thought twice about drinking in front of anyone I didn’t trust.
His chest jerked but he managed to keep his laugh quiet. “Okay, sober enough for grown-up fun.”
I could feel my face heating up, and I knew he’d seen it when his laugher burst out. “Yep, that counts too.”
Ugh.
“Have I mentioned that you’re a pain in the ass sometimes?” Nibbling on his neck got a groan from him and he quickly forgot my cheeky response. “But I liked dancing with you.”
One good drink beforehand made it bearable and he didn’t seem to have high expectations when I was at least slightly tipsy.
“I liked dancing with you too, and I really liked seeing you get all romantic for me.” His pleased, quiet laugh had my blush flaring back to life, but it was worth it when he gave me a tight hug and kissed my head. “Thank you for thinking of me and coming up with a wonderful night.”
“I’m glad you liked it.” And I was really glad he hadn’t thought it was stupid. “But do you know what would make tonight perfect?”
His soft, wicked chuckle said he knew what I was going to say, but he tried to play dumb. “I don’t know? Dessert?”
He knew me too well.
