Chapter 66
Chapter Sixty-Six
Kain
Hand in hand, we strode into the penthouse. “Stop,” I said. “Don’t peek.” I covered her eyes with my hands.
Laughing, she covered her hands with mine. “What kind of gift is this?”
“A one-of-a-kind gift made by me.”
“I can’t wait.”
When we arrived at the dining table, I removed my hands. “Don’t laugh.”
She pressed her lips together the moment she saw it, her shoulders trembling slightly. “I would never—” A strangled sound escaped her. “Oh my. Wow.”
She pressed a hand to her chest, walking closer, examining the wide-mouthed vase with what appeared to be six passionflowers trying to escape a crowded jungle.
Vines of passionflowers spilled widely in every direction, curling around each other as if they’d gotten into a disagreement.
One ambitious tendril had looped up and over the rim and was now dangling toward the table as if it were desperate for survival.
“I followed a tutorial,” I said, standing beside her. “It said to let them drape naturally, adding drama to the presentation.”
“This one looks like it’s being held hostage.” She pointed to a passionflower tangled with vines.
Squinting, I pursed my lips. “No, that’s intentional. It’s called depth and intensity, symbolizing our love.”
“Depth. Intensity. Love,” she echoed solemnly, lost her restraint, and burst out laughing. Her joy bounced around the house, making me smile.
“I knew it was bad, but I really tried.”
“It’s not bad. It’s ambitious, thoughtful, and unique.” She gripped my wrist, staring at my hands. “You made it?”
“I chose each flower and piece of greenery myself. I pick you—will you pick me?” I offered her a lopsided smile.
She slipped her hands around my waist, rose to her tiptoes, and kissed me. “I’ll always pick you, and I love it.”
I blinked. “You’re just saying that.”
“I’m not.” She rested her chin on my chest. “It’s perfect.”
“Perfect?” Amusement sparked in me as I glanced doubtfully at my first flower arrangement.
“Yeah,” she said, grinning. “It’s trying really hard . . . and it’s a little all over the place, like organized chaos . . . and it’s accidentally hilarious.” She squeezed me. “Sounds like my boyfriend. He’s a wild and romantic plant.”
I snorted, not sure if I liked that endearment. But anything from Eva made me feel special and loved. It was true what people said about love—that it inspired you to do and say silly things. I loved how we entertained each other with humor, despite our age difference.
“Ready for the ultimate gift?” I asked.
“What is it?” Her eyes brightened.
“It requires you to pull down my pants.”
She laughed but gave me a suspicious look. “Don’t tell me you got another tattoo on your left thigh?”
I’d already shown her the art she’d inspired on my right thigh, and she loved it.
“You won’t know until you remove my pants.” I grinned, loving the curious spark in her eyes.
Pursing her lips, she said, “Show me.”
I took her hand, guided her to the living room, and nudged her down onto the couch.
Then I stood in front of her with my arms stretched out. “All yours.”
Without hesitation, she unzipped my jeans and dropped them to the floor. I stepped out of them and sat on the couch, spreading my thighs for her. Even though this wasn’t a provocative moment, my cock hardened anyway.
She pushed up my boxers, looking for a new tattoo. “Where’s the art?”
“Right here.” I pointed to my bulge, teasing her. “Just joking! Though he’s quite the masterpiece, I’d say.”
“Why are you always so horny?”
“When you’re around, I’m always like this.” I smiled and spread my right hand in front of her, wiggling my fingers. “See anything?”
She squinted her eyes and gasped, clasping my wrist. “You have my name etched on your middle finger?” She traced the precious word, Eva, that nestled on the side where no one would see it unless they looked closely. Her eyes gleamed with tears as she kissed it. “And you’re my Kain.”
“Do you know where you want your tattoo?” I brushed the tears from her cheeks.
“Not sure yet.” Her glassy eyes sparkled. “But we can explore locations.” Grinning, she hopped onto my lap. “Do you have any suggestions, Tattoo Titan?”
“This man of a certain age has a lot to show you.” I cupped her ass.
“I’m waiting.” She looped her arms around my neck, and I showed her all the ways I loved her.