His lips twitched at my innuendo. “Keep doing that and this show will be back on the road very soon.”
“That’s the plan.” I wrapped my hand around him and began stroking him.
The color started to rise in his cheeks. “Babe,” he groaned.
I brushed my lips over his. “Happy Valentine’s Day number twelve, Braden.”
He kissed me back and whispered, “Here’s to the next sixty.”
Ellie and Adam
“I almost feel bad for Joss and Braden,” I said as the hostess seated Adam and me at a lovely romantic corner table at the back of the restaurant. Our favorite restaurant in Old Town had gone the classy way for Valentine’s Day. There were no garish pink and red hearts anywhere. Just candlelight and red roses.
“I don’t,” Adam said. “We did the babysitting last year.”
“Exactly. We know what they’re going to have to put up with.” I gave him a mischievous smile. “Six kids. And Joss is pregnant.”
“You know Braden will probably do all the heavy lifting.” Adam stopped talking as the waiter approached and introduced himself. Once we had our menus in hand and our drinks ordered, the waiter walked away and Adam started talking as though we’d never been interrupted. “He’s acting extra protective of her since this is their last kid. You’d think she’s the only woman ever to be pregnant.”
I wrinkled my nose at his dry tone. “I think it’s romantic.”
“Els, you think everything and everyone is romantic.”
“Not true.” I looked at my menu. “Sometimes my husband is completely unromantic.”
“Are you ready to order?” the waiter appeared before Adam could respond with what I knew would be some sarcastic comment or other.
“Yes, please.” I gave him my order and Adam took a couple of minutes but eventually decided on what he wanted.
I sipped at my water, looking around the restaurant at all the other couples. They varied from being completely into one another, to looking bored. My guess was that the bored couples were the ones who had been together the longest.
As a romantic, I loved Valentine’s Day. I thought it was wonderful that we had a day dedicated to the people we loved. Adam, however, hated Valentine’s Day. In his words it was ‘a bunch of commercial bullshit’ and ‘completely unromantic to force people to show that they care’ when it was ‘far more romantic to be spontaneous’.
Despite my love of Valentine’s Day I tried to understand where he was coming from and almost kind of did. Although my husband had a practical nature, he was easy with his ‘I love yous’ and spontaneous little gifts. If you were married to someone like Adam you didn’t need Valentine’s Day. But not everyone had an Adam. Some people needed the reminder to show their partner that they loved them.
“Sweetheart.”
I turned to look at Adam. “Yeah?”
“Where did you go?” His brow was knitted together in concern.
I leaned across the table as I lowered my voice. “Look how bored half of these couples seem. Is that what marriage does to you?”
Adam looked around the room and then back at me. “We’ve been together for over a decade and we’re not bored. Right?”
I shook my head. “Of course not. Still… I wouldn’t want us to go that way.”
“We won’t,” he said, so certain.
I shrugged. “I just think perhaps—” I cut off as the waiter arrived with our starter.
“You just think?” Adam said once the waiter was gone.
“Perhaps we shouldn’t get lazy. You know… we should try to keep things spiced up in the bedroom.”
“For a couple who have two kids and full time jobs I think we’re doing pretty fucking good in the bedroom,” he said, seeming annoyed I’d say otherwise. “Or am I interpreting your orgasms incorrectly?”
I snorted. “No. You are not.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
I swallowed my food and took a sip of wine, giving myself a little courage to say what I wanted to say next. Finally I looked him in the eye. “We haven’t had sex in a public place. Perhaps we should do that.”
Adam gave me a slow, incredulous grin. “Sweetheart, are you joking?”
I frowned at his reaction. “No.”
“Come on, Els. It took you six months to stop blushing every time I called it ‘fucking’.”
A pang of hurt radiated in my chest and I looked down at my plate. I know he didn’t mean to be hurtful but still…
I sometimes thought everyone, including him, thought I was a sweet goody-two-shoes who didn’t know how to be wild and impulsive. A few years back I had a night in with the girls and we all got a little drunk and started oversharing. Jo had told us about a time when her and Cam were first dating and he had seduced her in a changing room in a shop, he was so desperate to have her. And then there was Nate and Liv who had sex on the hood of a car out by a beach one night.
That sounded so thrilling and passionate.
I’d been envious of them both.
Adam and I had a wonderful sex life. We did. But a little adventure would be amazing. Especially now we were parents and got so little time to ourselves, so little time to feel as young as we once did.
But apparently Adam didn’t think I was capable of being sexy, danger girl.
“Christ, Ellie,” he said, his voice soft. “Are you mad at me?”