Page 268 of Seasons of Love
"No, don't do that." Tiago's hands rested on my chest, and he got on his tiptoes to match my height.
"He can kiss you like this." He placed a small kiss on my lips. "But he can't kiss you like this because I love you, and you're mine."
His arms came around my neck and the rest of the world disappeared when his lips touched mine again. This time, he had a different intention. I opened my mouth to let his tongue in so I could taste him again. Our tongues dueled for dominance, danced together, and spoke louder than any words we could have exchanged.
"Okay, okay, that's enough tongue. One of you is going to get pregnant at this rate if you don't stop."
I stopped the kiss reluctantly to face David who was standing by the door holding a box.
"How long have you been standing there?" I asked.
"Oh, you know, a minute or ten. Enough to need to bleach my ears when I get home or ask Joel to replace the mental image with a better one." He winked.
Tiago buried his face on my chest, and I could see the reddened tips of his ears. David ignored my subtle sign to leave us and came even closer.
He put his arms around both of us and said, "This is great, my dad and one of my best friends. Can I be a page boy at your wedding?"
"Aren't you a little old to be a page boy?"
"Fine, I'll make the cake then. I guess Luís beat me for the best man spot already," he said.
"I could have three best men."
"Wait a second." Tiago put his hands up, his eyes flicking between David and I. "What are you talking about?"
"Our wedding, baby. I'm not asking you yet, but I will, and I hope when the time comes, you'll say yes." I placed a kiss on his nose and felt him melt even further into me.
"Right, that's my cue to go. This box is full of pastries. You might need the energy. Now go home to get the sex out of the way so you can meet the family at dinner later, and I'll keep an eye on the center," David said and then turned to me. "See you both later." And then he gave me a hug.
When David left, I noticed Tiago staring at me.
"What?"
"You are an amazing person; did you know that?"
"I know. I have good taste in men, too," I said, kissing him and then lowering my voice in his ear. "Shall we go home and do the sex?"
He nodded fiercely, his lips trapped between his teeth. This man was going to be the death of me, and what a death it would be.
"Wait," he said, "what's that on the wall? Did you make it?"
"That, baby, is the house I designed for us. Do you like it?"
"I love it. And I love you, Vítor."
"Love you, too, baby. Now let's get home."
The short drive home wasn't dissimilar to the time when we'd traveled back from Porto. Tiago had spent the whole time teasing me over my clothes, and after nearly a month away from him, I was just about to combust or come in my pants.
"Baby, you're forgetting I'm not thirty anymore."
He giggled from the passenger seat.
"I'm counting on you coming very shortly after we get home so I can spend the rest of the day working you up."
"I'm so fucked with you, aren't I?"
I looked at him briefly and saw his grin. This was the real Tiago; the funny, sexy, wonderful man I'd fallen in love with. There would be no more tears in his life, not unless they were happy ones.
