Chapter 9 Cassie
Cassie
Dear Lover,
Tonight is all about you. The way you look, the way you smell, how you taste. I want nothing more than to devour your body like the sweetest treats and finest wines.
You’re giving me the most precious gift I could ever ask for by agreeing to be mine in name, in body, in heart. I hope you know how much I love you, how much I adore you, how incredibly lucky I am to have a woman like you love a man like me.
Without you, there is no me, and I aim to ensure you know exactly how grateful I am for you for the rest of my life. There is no man who could ever love you like I do, and no woman who I could ever love as passionately as I do you.
Tonight, I hope you’ll give me the opportunity to show you how much as I taste, lick, and kiss every delicate inch of your body.
To suck your nipples until you beg me to stop.
To eat at your pussy until you beg me for more.
To move in and out of your body like we were made for each other until neither of us can move again.
Love you forever,
Always yours,
T
Sighing as I finish reading Tommy’s letter, I see his hands tighten on the steering wheel, and my own moisture pools in the thin strap of my thong as I use the letter to wave the heat away from my face.
“Yes, please, to all of that, Tomas.” I purr his name while leaning over to swipe my tongue across his throat. He groans and presses a hand between his legs.
“You keep talking like that, and we’re not going to make it to dinner.”
His warning only makes me want him more. The last couple of days have been a whirlwind of emotions, and maybe I should be a little more cautious, but everything in my heart and body tells me that, like my belief in the past, we’re meant to be.
“Oh my gosh. How’d you know I’ve wanted to go here?” The Chart House is glorious. As soon as I moved here, the reviews caught my eye, but I didn’t want to go alone, plus the prices were a little out of my range.
Tommy doesn’t answer until he holds my door open for me. “Told you, Cassie-bell, I know you.” He winks, holding my hand and leading me into the building, where a wave of delicious-smelling food hits my senses, and my mouth waters.
“Evening. Did you have a reservation?” The hostess smiles politely as Tommy offers his name, and we’re led to a table for two with a view of the water. “Your server, Jenny, will be with you in a moment.”
Tommy holds out my chair for me before taking his own seat.
“This is lovely,” I sigh, imagining more dates like this. Sneaking away for a few hours without children to rekindle our love life.
“I’m glad you like it,” he says, reaching across the table and taking both of my hands in his.
“I haven’t properly apologized for ignoring your letters and attempts to contact me.
” Sucking my lip, I wait for him to finish.
“For a while, I didn’t think I deserved you or happiness.
Not after so many lost their lives. Not when my mind was telling me I was unlovable because of the scars.
I never stopped loving you, dreaming of a future, even when I didn’t believe one existed. ”
Squeezing his hands, I fight back tears before speaking.
“I’m sorry you lost your friends, that you were attacked in the first place.
I’m even more sorry that you thought for a second you didn’t deserve love.
But I’m not sorry you’re here, even if it took you some time. I never would have wanted to rush you.”
We share a snort at my use of “rush” because while that’s what it seems like we’ve done, we’re only giving ourselves the destinies we dreamed of our entire lives.
“I know, Cassie-bell. It’s that kindness and understanding that draws me back to you every time I step away.
” He lifts my hand, slowly kissing each knuckle while maintaining eye contact.
His chocolaty gaze is like melting candies as he reads me like an open book.
“Tonight is for us, not just making a baby.”
Smiling at his words, I then spot the waitress from the corner of my eye and clear my throat.
“Good evening, I’m Jenny, and I’ll be your server tonight. Can I start you off with some drinks or an appetizer?”
I’m grateful she ignores the sexual tension bouncing between us, because otherwise, I might want to die.
“Lavender & bubbles for me, please.” Despite not wanting to drink alcohol, I do want something elevated, and the alternative drink calls to me.
“An old fashioned, and we’ll start with crispy spicy tuna and coconut crunchy shrimp.” He looks to me to make sure it’s alright, and I swear the man reads my mind.
“Perfect. I’ll get this in and be back in a flash.” Jenny is gone before we can thank her.
“A hot and a cold app?” I ask, not that I’m complaining. They both sound amazing.
“Variety is good.” He grins. “What mains are catching your eye?”
Glancing back at the menu in front of me, I’m torn between a couple. “I definitely want lobster bisque, but the lobster linguini and filet mignon sound delicious too.” Why must it all look so divine?
“Do all three, and we can share. If you don’t mind me adding on stone crab claws?” He catches my eye and snickers as I lick my lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll share that too.”
As soon as we’ve settled on food, Jenny appears with our drinks and asks, “Are we ready to order?”
Handing over our menus, we place our order, with Tommy adding a New England clam chowder for himself and ensuring we have a large slice of their lava cake with house-made cream plus an extra scoop for dessert.
“We might need to be rolled out of here by the time we’re done,” I joke, taking a sip of my drink and moaning. The lemon complements the lavender so well.
Startled when Tommy stands, I glance back to see Jenny heading our way with a candy bouquet and a wrapped box. “What did you do?” I whisper as our server hands them over, tossing a wink my way as she leaves us alone again.
“Well, I know how sad it makes you when flowers die, so I thought your favorite candies would be nicer.” He hands me the wrapped bouquet with all kinds of sweet, sour, and chocolate candies glued to sticks that look like flower stems. “And because I wanted you to have something beautiful for our wedding, I lucked out in finding this.”
Placing the candy on the table, I open the black square box Tommy presents to me, and there, in the middle, is an oval locket, opened to display pictures of my parents on either side. Holding back tears is impossible because this is the most beautiful gift I’ve ever received.
“Oh, Tommy, this is perfect.” He’s on his knees beside me, and I don’t hesitate to throw my arms around his neck and hug him tight. “I couldn’t have asked for a better gift. Thank you.”
Brushing his hands up and down my back, he whispers in my ear, “I wanted our wedding to be perfect for you, and this was the only way I knew to make sure they were with you.” Unclasping the chain, he gently places it around my neck, allowing me to close the locket and see the three intricate roses engraved on the front and the words “forever in my heart” on the back.
“It is, Tommy, it really is, and they’d be so happy for us.” In my heart, I know they’re smiling down on us while bickering about who was the first one to say that we’d one day be married.
Boy, were they right, because everything over the next few days floats by like a dream come true, and Tommy is the reason for it all.