They sat there for a good moment discussing back and forth how she could be Toria and why she was confessing now. She told him that she had to tell him so he would know when the seed of liking him was sowed into her life. By the time they had concluded talking about it, it was already well into the evening.
“I was jealous” Ophelia murmured. Now they were sitting comfortably with her hand on his forearm. It was a better position than the upright position they had before.
“Jealous?” he asked, shocked that she would ever say that. Did he ever do anything to make her jealous?
“Yes, how could you even think to leave me all alone here and go on a trip with your ex-girlfriend?”
“I did not go on a trip with my ex-girlfriend; I went on a trip, and my ex-girlfriend, who happens to be my assistant, accompanied me on the work trip, he said, trying to defend himself.
“You still went on one and if anyone ever hears this they would not be able to understand it” she replied.
“I had no choice” he tried to explain but the expression on her face told him to just apologize so it could be over. “I am sorry, I should not have done that,” he said.
“I did not say it so you should apologize” she murmured now feeling embarrassed to have nitpicked over something that was not in his control. “You have to tell me though how did the trip go?” she asked because she wanted to know how to react to Harper in the future. Of course, she was the enemy but she had to know the kind of enemy she was. She had plans with his family and they had to have their plans as well.
Cade explained in detail what had happened between them and how she had forced him to go to dinner with her. Ophelia had tried to understand but no matter what she could not understand what Harer had done. There was no way out for Cade was what she kept on chanting in her head, so she did not transfer the aggression she felt for Harper to him; none of this was his fault in any way. Harper and her plan buddies did this.
“I am sorry,” he said again when she fell silent. Since they had been to talk, she had been so active it was weird to see her seat still for a long time without saying a single thing.
“I guess it I only fair I tell you what happened with Green as well,” she said and then it dawned on him that Green was his enemy as Haper was hers.
“I think Green and Harper are working together” she said and Cade almost gave her an eye roll with a duh expression.
He had told her this before but she had been so adamant that Green could not do such a thing to her. “How did you find out?” he asked.
She shifted and turned so she could sit on her folded legs and could see her aside profile. He turned to her so they could face each other. “I wonder how I was able to resist all this time,” she said out loud as she dreamt of racing his face with her hand.
“Focus,” he said, snapping his fingers in her face. “And stop thinking aloud,” he said, flustered at how raw she had been all night.
“Did I say that out loud?” she asked, unfazed by the fact that she had done that.
“You did,” he said, nodding.
“Well, I meant it,” she whispered.
“Focus, Ophelia, you were going to tell me about Green.”
“Are you sure we should talk about him? It is the same old thing, he and Harper conspiring to tear us apart because they want us for themselves and they think that is a foolproof plan,” she said in one breath before relating all of the air in her stomach. She raised her head and looked at him as though she were lost and then added, “I mean, the lips aren’t made for talking alone,” she said.
“What more were the lips made for?” he asked leaning into her with a smile lingering on his lips.
“Things like this,” she replied, leaning in and planting a kiss on his lips.
You are bold”
“Why? You don’t like it?” she asked and she was barely able to catch her breath after the statement when he captured her lips and kissed on it.
He pulled away and rubbed his thumb across her cheeks. “I love it,” he said under his breath, holding her face in his hand.
“Then we should do it again,” she said, leaning in and kissing him. This time she did not let go until she was almost entirely out of breath. By the time she pulled away from him, his eyes were closed and pleasure was spread across his face. She raised her hand and held his neck embedding her face in the crook of his neck.
He pulled her and somehow she found herself sitting on his lap. “I like this”
“I like this very much” he added as if they were reciting a song.
“Do you think we should have a baby?” she suddenly asked raising her head.
He looked at her flustered, they had been talking about it before now but never came to a conclusion about it. “What?” he stammered the word.
“Why are you so flustered? I thought you would be more confident”
“I am confident” he said almost in a scream at her.
“I mean, I am not complaining, I like my men well rounded” she said kissing his cheek with her hand still securely wrapped around his neck. “Cute, handsome, sexy and hot” she added kissing his other cheek.
“Are you saying I am cute? That quality does not describe me”
“But it does so perfectly” she said and he shook his head.
“I think the problem is that you are too bold”
“So should we make a baby?” she asked again.
“You know what it means to make a baby right?” he asked and she had a shocked expression on her face that he would even think to ask her that.
“Of course I do,” she said, shrugging. She was trying to be coy about it. She wanted this, and their families wanted it as well, so what was the problem?
“You know…” she crashed his lips against his to stip and spoke against it.
“Less talking, more baby making.”