Savage Unapologetic(2)

Life with him was beyond bliss. It vanished the shadows that hid in the small crevices of my tattered soul, completing me again.

Breaking into a gentle smile as I finished applying my light tincture of makeup, I started fixing my hair, allowing my long, dark, silky tresses to cascade down my back before accessorizing it with a pink silk handkerchief. It had prettily complimented the long, white maxi dress and espadrilles.

Checking side to side that everything was secured, I was just about to walk out of the bathroom when River strode in, magnificently naked, cheekily winking at me.

"Move your sexy little butt out of the way," River tittered, lightly tapping my bottom as he headed straight into the white marbled walk-in shower, whistling as he did.

Even to this day, I still couldn't get enough of gawking at his perfectly sculpted backside. It was just plain beautiful.

"You have ten minutes, babe," I called out, reminding him that our dinner reservation was in twenty minutes, as I watched him get under the hot spray of water.

"Yes, ma'am," I heard him say as I left him.

He had been consumed with writing in his journal while strumming out tunes with his guitar. Once he got in the zone, I normally left him be so he could delve deeply into his creative mind and get his music juju flowing.

While I waited for him, I toyed with the idea of having a glass of wine before my eyes took an appreciative gaze at the beautiful scenic backdrop. Then my gaze flickered towards the black leather journal, unattended and abandoned on the Spartan couch.

River had been hanging on to it as though it was his lifeline. I knew it consisted of his dark thoughts and everything in between. I briefly contemplated if I should peek through it, but before I could, River darted out of the bedroom, dressed in preppy chino shorts, boat shoes, and a crew-neck shirt. Yes, the man could pull off dressing like a grunge biker and a preppy model without problem.



       
         
       
        

"Sorry to keep you waiting, petal. I'm ready." He strode towards me then dipped his head and thoroughly kissed me. "Mmm, why are you always so delectable?"

The fresh scent of his body wash hit my senses and, for a brief moment, I contemplated if we should have another shag session. But, as much as I loved kissing him, if we didn't get our butts out the door, we would most likely miss our reservation.

"Later. We can continue this later. We gotta go." I laughed as I maneuvered us out the door and into his favorite matted Range.

"Do you have the address?" he asked with an expectant look as he secured his seatbelt.

Leaning against the cool black leather with languid satisfaction, I shot him a quick glance. "Can't you Siri it or something? It's called The Vintage Steakhouse." Who memorized addresses these days?

He bore those dark depths into me, lightly mocking, "One of these days, your phone's going to die. How are you going to function without the AI at your fingertips?"

"I'm sure I'll have you or Anton to do all the hard work for me."

"Aren't you the lucky one." He grinned before pulling out his phone and did as I asked. With Siri's guidance, we arrived at our destination without a hitch.

We dined on lobsters and filet mignon. We normally shared what we ate-we were that kind of couple. I wasn't sure if it was the result of growing up in the same household together, or we were simply made that way. Nevertheless, that was how it was between us, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

While our plates were being taken away, the kind-natured waiter discreetly placed a dessert menu before us.

Lightly tapping my belly, I let out a satisfying sigh, beaming at the glowing man before me. "I'm stuffed. I feel as though I'm as humongous as Deep Blue." We watched the shark flick The Shallows, and it similarly looked like the shark we watched on Shark Week named Deep Blue. That gargantuan of a mammal; a ferocious beast on God's given earth

There were a few things I was terrified of; with sharks being on top of that list. Oddly enough, I was also fascinated by the beautifully haunting creatures. Someday, I would love to cage dive and see them up close and personal. One surefire way of butting your fears head-on.

"I don't know  …  I feel like dessert." River skimmed through the list before gazing over at me. "Do you have any space left for anything?"

I debated if I was a few spoonfuls away from combustion. The more I pondered, the more I realized that these moments were something to be cherished.

Once I head out to film Clover in Vancouver, and with him releasing an album, our schedules would barely cross paths. Best to enjoy little precious moments with him, because our lives were about to change again.