Katherine chuckled at his words. What a sweet man she had found. She was not one for overly exaggerated gestures even though she would like it if he was the one on the other side. Other than that, this way of confessing was perfectly heart-stopping for her. N.a.k.e.d Cage and his sweet words of love? What else did she need in life?
She caressed his face, letting him know that she didn't mind. "I know how hard it is to hold back from saying the words when you feel it flooding your heart."
He looked so cute when he was confused. She giggled.
"I didn't know if you felt the same way and part of me wondered if I should wait for you to bring it up before saying how I felt," she confessed. She scoffed at how primitive her own words sounded. Waiting for the man to confess and consent to it? Did she forget that she had agency? She was not one to follow those rules anyway. Now she wanted to laugh.
Ah, she was just scared that the depth of his feelings was not the same as hers. Now that she thought about it, she found the whole scenario funny.
"I was waiting for you too!" he replied, his eyes wide with excitement. "You see, great minds think alike. I wanted to tell you on the Skype calls and when I saw you this morning but I wanted the timing to be perfect." If he could, he would bounce on the bed.
"I am glad it didn't get brought up during Skype."
Cage's smile melted her. "You're right. This way, I could see your reaction. It is so much more personal. I almost felt like my heart would burst through my chest." He pouted. "I was nervous!"
Katherine sat up, now looking down at his exhilarated expression and patted his head. "You prepared for a candle-light dinner, so I won't mind if you say it again." She wanted to sound cool but Cage's boyish laughter threw her off her character. She smacked him on the shoulder as his arms circled her waist.
"I'll say it to you every day if that is what you wish," he said with a killer smile. He kissed her thigh and then rested his head on it.
"Do you want me to spoil you?" she asked slyly. He sure was acting like a little puppy who wanted attention. He nodded without saying anything.
"How would you like to be spoiled tonight?" she asked, sounding contemplative.
"I want to sit by the fireplace and read my scripts with you," he said lightly. Katherine felt her chest tighten as she watched him incredulously. "Would you join me?" he asked after a minute of silence, not knowing what her reaction was. Her face was blank.
"You want me to see something so private?" she squeaked. She felt him nodding.
"I would love that. I brought the Kevin Heart script and some others I am contemplating with me. I want to practice with you and see your take on it." He sounded perfectly serious.
"You sound like you are letting me choose your next project," she warned.
"I am," he replied confidently. She pressed her lips into a thin line. She loved that he wanted her to be a part of his career but she felt uncomfortable with the weight of her words.
"You trust my taste that much?" In reality, she was scared that her words would influence him and he would miss out on a good opportunity.
"You know me the best, remember?" he began gently. He chuckled. "You're my biggest fan and girlfriend. You know what would suit me and at the same time consider if I want to do it. Isn't it the perfect combination?" She was slightly embarrassed. "I don't mind if it is a movie that shows a lot of skin. You tend to draw a lot of those," he teased.
Ah, her fan art of him. She had drawn him in all sorts of situations, some more perverted than others. Of course, he had seen all of them. And he still trusted her judgment? He must be crazy.
"You'd do p.o.r.n if I asked you?" she challenged. Not that she would. No one was getting a glimpse of this fine specimen.
"If you are acting opposite me. Sure. Would love that. But only for my eyes." His previously closed eyes opened and they stared into hers. She looked at him contemplatively.
"I guess being a hardcore fan worked in a favor," she said, biting her lips.
"You can draw me any time you like. Now that you have the man to yourself, you can put m in any position and I will be the model for your fantasies." As if she had any other models who starred in her fantasies. God, she loved her perverted and adorable boyfriend beyond belief.
"Okay, pervert. Let's go!"
Somehow, they managed to dress up and make their way to the living room. The fireplace was lit and the outside was slightly misty. They sat at opposite corners of the couch, their legs tangled together.
She had picked up a script from the pile that Cage had brought along. "How many scripts do you get in an average month?" she asked.
"It ranges from twenty to forty, usually. I like to read all of them. You never know when you come across something that you really like." Cage shrugged.
The script in her hand was named, 'CEO's Little Pet.' She glared at it for a second. If the first one she picked up was a romance, she could only guess that a lot of the others would be the same. But this title... it was very provocative!
Compelled, she flipped to the first page and burst out into laughter.
"Is it that good?" Cage asked with a shocked expression. "Is it a comedy?"
She shook her head. She didn't know what to tell him, really. She couldn't tell the truth without bursting into a fit of laughter. Would he think poorly of her if she did that? Oh god.
"Nothing," she said, trying to hide her smile.