He shook his head, trying to get the image out of his mind. It would do him no good. Considering that the image had swept his body with warmth, he knew that there was only so much time left before he was hopelessly in love with Katherine.
"Do you think that the way to one's heart is their stomach?" he asked, diverting his mind.
"No. The way to one's heart is communication. And this is exactly why I like the grocery store. You can gauge how compatible you are."
Real world solutions to real world problems. How was this woman so perfect?
"You have the weirdest ideas, let me tell you. But I like the idea of a grocery store. Let's make that our first date." Yet her weird ideas were infecting his heart. There was no escaping her logic. He definitely wanted to a grocery store with her and let her deduce his personality for him. He wanted to know exactly what she thought about how he spent money. He could imagine everyone screaming when they saw him go to extremes. He would either binge on shopping mall food or he would be a sage and only buy veggies and other healthy things that she could use for her house.
Of course, he would have to wear a cap and a mask to make sure he was not recognized and act like a patient. He knew it would only bring more attention to them, but he wanted nothing more than a normal life with a normal girl who understood him.
"Would you really go with me?" he heard her ask and was surprised by how excited she was.
"I would," Cage pledged.
"Now you answer," she said, biting her lip, trying to hide the smile that escaped her. She was in the room with Lily, who was frequently looking at her and smiling, giving her a understanding look which said 'oh-you-are-whipped.' Katherine ignored it.
"My perfect day would be… just watching television or reading a book." And he rarely had such a day come by.
"And you don't get to do that often?" she asked, her heart aching for him.
"Not at all. I rarely have time to stay at home. Most of the time I am either travelling for work or doing long hours at my workplace." He cringed.
Even now that he was between projects, he had to go out every morning and practice riding a bike and training with his instructor so that his abs were even more prominent than before. It was hours of work and dedication that made his head spin. But he had signed up for it. He couldn't complain.
"It makes perfect sense that you would want to relax at the end of the day. You've made me sad. I can't think about how hard it is to be you. Poor baby," she said in a soothing voice, but there was a hint of amusement, too. Hearing him whine was refreshing. He almost always spoke cheerily or was tired, just hearing him spew out his problems was a nice change and possibly very healthy for his well-being.
"Stroke my head and make me feel better, little girl. Daddy has come home after a long day of work." She chuckled, but didn't say anymore. It was late at night and there was only so much she could do.
She silently went to her room and closed it behind her. Laying down on the bed, they fell asleep listening to the breathing of the other. When they woke up in the morning, the call was still on. The bill? Was forgotten. They could afford it.
Their sweet good mornings to the other made their day a lot better than it usually was.
'So this is how it feels to wake up to someone,' they thought respectively.
- - -
"Hi," he smiled as he approached.
'Please touch me.'
"Hi," she replied, kicking the oven door shut and turning back to him.
He soaked her in. She was wearing a thin, v-neck t-shirt that shows off a part of her cleavage and jeans that cling to her body, slinging low on her waist. He wanted to grab her and push her against the wall or throw her on the bed. He couldn't stop thinking about what he planned to do to her. He was in control and he had it all planned. He wasn't just going to pounce on her and make it easy for her, it was going to be a long drawn out game.
She was sex on legs and he was left breathless. They stood still, eyes locked and wondering who would make the first move. He felt the sexual tension growing out of hand. If he didn't control himself, he would throw her down and take her there and he would do so hard.
She could see it in his eyes, he knew, but he wanted to surprise her.
He took a deep breath as he neared her, taking in the scent of her body and the fragrance of their dinner.
'Do something,' he could see her beg.
"Go change into my gift," he said, pointing to the forgotten box in his hand. She looked at him curiously. He had prepared everything for her and she had not the slightest clue.
He was confident as he traced her lip with his thumb and pulled away.
"Go," he muttered, giving her ass a quick slap, making her giggle and flit away upstairs to their room.
He can imagine how she would look in the lingerie he had bought for her, and soon she came down, looking like a goddess. The lacy demi-cup bra and sheer panties leave little to imagination and he turns to see if the blinds are closed or not. He didn't want his woman to be seen by other men.
She approached him and stands right in front, waiting for a kiss or a compliment. He didn't give into his urge to lunge and held out his hand and took her towards the kitchen counter.
"Face the counter and keep your hands flat on it," he commanded. He was being a little naughty when he ordered because he knew how she took some time to follow the orders. She teased him so.