Thirty-two

"You are mine too, Brandon, my husband," I mutter with my hands between my legs.

"Always, El, always."

Silence descends on us, a small smile settles on my lips, I am still reeling from the fact he thinks so highly of me, that he wants me as much as I want him, maybe even more and at the sight of my card, my smile grows. I tuck it into the envelope and place it inside the pocket of my coat, I will inspect it later.

The car slows to a stop in front of a refined restaurant with a foreign name, Brandon places another kiss at the back of my hand and steps out to open my side of the door. I get out of the Ferrari, place a chaste kiss on his lips and wrap my arms around his waist. My head rests on his chest, his heart beats in sync with mine and the rhythm calms me. I pull away when his hand comes to rest on the small of my back, filled with a strange but warm emotion.