Hours later and too many orgasms to count, Easton propped himself up on his elbow, tracing shapes on my stomach.
“I have a confession.”
I stilled, fear pushing all the post-orgasm haze away. He was going to leave right after confessing his love. Just like Bradford left right after proposing.
“Stop.” He booped my nose. “I’m not Bradford. I love you, I’m not going anywhere.”
My heart slowed from its erratic beating. The adrenaline still coursed through my veins, making me feel jittery.
“When you were in the bath, I called my parents and asked if I could bring you over for dinner.”
“That was very confident of you. What if I didn’t tell you I loved you back?”
“Trouble, you watched me sleep last night. I was confident you loved me.”
I slapped his chest, rolling my eyes.
“I want you to meet them. They can be a little overbearing, but they’re going to love you. I feel like you need a palate cleanser after this morning’s breakfast.”
“I thought your cock in my mouth was a palate cleanser.”
He booped my nose again. “I know you’re nervous, but you don’t have to be. You’re going to love them, and I know they are going to love you.”
Easton and I lounged in bed until I needed to get up to get ready. When he saw me plug in my straightener, he unplugged it and threw it in the trash.
“I refuse to let you tame those wild curls. They are too damn pretty.”
How does this man still make me blush when his tongue has been in my asshole? I’ll never know.
Easton left to get some clothes. I paced my house, repeatedly checking my appearance.
I texted Jules, letting her know that we were both involved in committed relationships, where we said, “I love you.” I also told her I was going to meet Easton’s parents. Jules texted back that Cole said they were awesome. We confirmed dinner and gossip for the next night.
Easton rang my doorbell, and I frowned, wondering why he didn’t use the key I’d given him.
When I opened the door and saw the flowers he was holding, I understood.
“Why, sir, they’re beautiful.”
“Did we not already establish no erections when parents are involved?"
I laughed, putting the flowers in a vase. Easton kissed my neck.
“No red roses.”
I blushed. “You caught that, did you?”
“It was glaringly obvious, Trouble. As soon as dumbfuck handed them to you your eyes started watering. How could he not tell you were allergic?”
“He wasn’t as observant as you.”
“No, he wasn’t as in love with you as I am. I also feel guilty not doing this before. We’ve been together for months and I haven’t done anything to woo you.”
“All right, Mr. Romantic, woo away,” I teased, even though I loved every second of his banter.
“You look stunning.”
I opted for a green summer dress and strappy sandals. My hair was down, with my curls doing whatever they decided to do.