“We’re almost there. I want it to be a surprise and I know how much you love to be bound and gagged.”
“I’m not gagged. My eyes are covered. Brush up on your terminology, please,” I say, trying to keep laughter out of my voice.
He was waiting for me in the hallway as I exited our bedroom. We’re in the office that seconds as a guest room. “I refuse to learn the terminology unless we get to act it out. Then I’ll study like a demon.” I huff. “Macs. Please.” I throw my hands down by my sides. “I’ve been gone all day. I just want to relax and see you, please.”
He removes the tie. “Ta-da!” he says, rounding to stand in front of me. I’m not sure what I’m looking at because the whole room is finally finished so it’s a lot to take in. The shelving is dark and hung on the long wall. My books and his books mix together. They’re color coded and arranged by size and width. “You’re not even seeing what I want you see,” he says, blowing out a breath. He has a streak of paint cutting across his cheekbone. He’s shirtless, like always, and he looks devilishly handsome.
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