DAMN YOUR KISS; ryden

Chapter Twenty-One: Sit Tight, I'm Gonna Need You To Keep Time

Dallon had been planning this night for months.

The kids were staying at his parents for the night, he'd had the day off and all to himself in order to execute his romantic plans, and his wife was about to come home from spending the day with her girlfriends to be wooed like she'd never been wooed before.

The house was lit by dozens of flickering candles of various sizes and heights, low, sensual music coming from the little stereo in their bedroom, rose petals scattered in a trail to the bedroom, and of course, a rose was twirling in Dallon's nervous hand as he awaited by the door.

He'd made a real effort with himself, too, making sure his hair was slicked back and not so mad scientist-y, dressed in a black shirt that hugged his slim torso, dark jeans that did the same to his hips and legs, and he'd sprayed himself with the cologne Breezy had always said she liked on him.

Is it too much? Too little? What would she think? Would she like it? He just wanted her to like it.

"Hey," he practiced his opening to her in the most seductive, low voice he could summon. "Hey. No, that's not right... hey. No. Hey! ... Heeeey. Ugh. He-"

Just as he was mid word, there was the sound of a key in the lock, and he froze up, before moments later, the door swung open.

"Hi!" He panicked as Breezy stepped through the door, his voice a lot more nervous, eager and high than he wanted it to be. Oh my god, you idiot.

Breezy, who hadn't bothered to look up at her surroundings until then couldn't help but widen her eyes at the set-up, surprised. After a dumb-founded moment of taking in the sexy romantic setting, her eyes turned to her husband, who had since cursed himself and straightened up, twirling a red rose between his fingers. "Hi." She said, her voice unable to hide the shock and growing awe.

"Hey," he returned, this time managing to keep the rumble, the offhand tone. Nailed it.

Her eyes drifted to the rose petals at her feet, and back up to Dallon, a smile growing on her lips. "I'm gonna have to clean this all up tomorrow before the kids-"

Dallon cut her off by taking a step towards her and closing the gap between them, one of his hands cupping her elbow, and she gasped at the sudden closeness. God, he really is so damned handsome, she thought giddily.

"Let's not worry about that tonight."

"Oh," Breezy's grin grew. "Ok then."

"So," Dallon held the rose up to her, and with a cute little giggle, she took it. "How about I lead you to the bedroom?"

Breezy's giggles grew as he waggled his eyebrows at her. "Okey dokey."

So he led her, the petals crushing softly under their feet, to the bedroom, where more candles flickered gaudily, petals adorned the bed, a bottle of red wine and two glasses sat awaiting for them, and the sing changed to Breezy's favourite mushy gushy chick ballad.

"I can't believe you." Breezy said softly, as she sat on the bed, Dallon pouring them each a glass. "This is..." She trailed off, sighing dreamily.

Dallon couldn't help but to smile at the love of his life, and that she liked his grand gesture, as he handed her her glass.

Breezy gave him the cutest little half smile he'd ever seen in his life. "But you know red wine makes me giggly."

Dallon clinked his glass against hers. "Let's get giggly together."

At that, Breezy snorted a laugh, before composing herself, and then after a small sip, she waited. And Dallon sipped his, and leant in, reaching over and cupping her jaw with his free hand ...