A huge smile crossed his face when I yanked the door open. He wore a dress shirt and slacks and looked so damn cute it irritated me. Cute wasn’t the usual word I used for Stone. He lifted the flowers in his hand. I reached up and grabbed his face immediately.
His free hand went to my ass and we kissed deeply.
“You look cute,” I said.
“Cute?” He lifted an eyebrow. “Puppies and babies are cute.”
“And you,” I added.
He shook his head but didn’t argue. “Well, you look beautiful.”
“Thank you, baby. Come in so I can get my flowers in a vase, please.”
“Sure.”
Stone followed me to my kitchen. I felt his gaze tracking me as I moved around the room, and honestly, I loved being the focal point of his attention.
“How was the event last night?” he asked.
“It was good. Kiano’s parents are sweethearts.”
“You met his parents?” he asked.
I clocked his tone immediately but didn’t comment.
“Yeah. They were seated at the same table as us.”
He nodded and pulled the collar of his shirt.
I grabbed a vase, set it in the sink, and looked at him while the water flowed.
“Can you see yourself doing holidays and stuff with them?”
“Yeah.” I shrugged. “I think it could be fun.”
He nodded again and shifted his feet. He pulled his sleeves.
“So was it the kind of thing you can see yourself doing long-term? Attending galas and schmoozing and stuff?”
“Honestly? Yeah.” I smiled. “I liked it. The people were nice and the whole thing was for a good cause. I mean, the food was bland as hell but outside of that I’d give it a solid eight out of ten.”
“Is that what you want to do with like your life and shit?” He shifted his feet.
“Be a trophy wife?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Of course.” I giggled and stopped the water to drop my flowers in and set the vase on the counter. When I turned back Stone had his hands wedged into his pockets and was looking atme in a way I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen. I took half a step toward him and stopped. I felt my heart drop to my feet. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “Why?”
“Because why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know.” I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest. “I don’t like it though, and we’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s up.”
“Nothing is up.” He closed the space between us and grabbed my face in both of his hands. I glared up at him because he was a bitch ass liar.