“Well, it’s called surprise, baby.” His smile slowly slipped. A look of concern took over his features as he cupped my cheek. “You okay?”

Letting out a sigh, I nodded. “I’m better now.”

Last night was one of the worst nights of my life. I was shocked. But I was fine now. And the love of my life being there for me made it easier.

“You sure? We can postpone it if you want to stay in today.” His thumb brushed over my cheek.

I shook my head. “No. I’m fine. Don’t worry. I’m actually looking forward to this, uh, what to call it? A date?” One of my brows raised.

The breathtaking smile appeared back on his heavenly features. “Call it whatever you like. All that matters is you being with me.”

“So, it’s our second date, then?”

“Nope,” he said, making me frown. “First. Our first date as an official couple. Not just as friends.”

Rolling my eyes, I bit my lip. Heat crept up my cheeks, remembering how I forced him to go on a date with me just as friends. I had no choice, though.

I hoped this date would turn out good. Not that the last one wasn’t good. It was amazing, the most beautiful day of my life. But the end was equally disastrous. So, I wished everything would turn out well this time.

His gray eyes looked down at me with adoration and love. Tracing my cheeks, he leaned in and kissed both of them.

“These adorable freckles. Do you know I hate it when you hide them with powder?”

I giggled. “It’s makeup. And yes, I know that.”

“Then why do you do that?”

“Because I don’t like them much.”

His brows furrowed. “But they’re beautiful.”

I bit my lip at his confused face. He looked so adorable.

He snuggled against my neck, letting out a groan. “You don’t know how beautiful you look with them, my rose. You’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice came out husky, sending a shiver down my spine.

His hand returned to my chest, cupping me firm with his big, calloused hand.

Then I realized how my legs were wrapped around his hips. Our bodies were pressed together, my soft one against his hard frame. When his hand marked their territory over my chest, his lips left more hickeys on my neck, sending my senses haywire. His huge junior was rigid and hard against my thigh. I felt a painful tug at my core.

“My rose…” he groaned.

My breath came out ragged. I needed more.

And just as I pulled him closer, tightening my legs around him, my stomach decided to interrupt.

He pulled away slightly, a frown formed between his brows. “You’re hungry?” Then he shook his head. “Of course you are. You didn’t have your dinner last night.”