She wiggled a bit and felt something hard behind her. "Your penis does like me!"
"Izzy! You're killing me," Oron groaned.
"You called me 'love', no take backs," she said, before yawning.
"I'd never, ever take that back, Isabelle."
"I love you too, Oron. Never been in love before, glad it's with you."
Oron arms tightened around her. "You're saying that again tomorrow when you haven't been drinking."
She yawned again. "Okie, dokie, Mr. Pokie," she giggled as she pushed back against him.
"Dream of me," he whispered.
"Sounds like a plan," she said, right before she fell asleep.
CHAPTER TEN
"Oh my god, I hate you! How could you let me ramble on like that!" Izzy wanted to lock herself in the closet. She was barely able to function this morning as she pulled on her new robe. This one was fuchsia. All she could hear echoing through her head as she pulled on her new clothes was her voice telling him that she loved him and some stupid nonsense about his penis.
Her sexy mate was all smiles. "You were adorable."
"Did I really say I loved your penis?"
He shook his head and she felt a moment of relief. "You said you liked my penis and that you loved me," he clarified. "But I'm not counting that as your first declaration of love, you have to say again while not under the influence of three glasses of my mother's best wine."
Izzy headed for the closet, but Oron intercepted her. "I love you, Izzy. I don't want my first declaration to be from when you were drinking either."
She looked up at. "I really do love you, but it scares me."
"Why?"
"Because I loved my parents, and when they died, I almost got lost in myself."
"How did they die?"
"A stupid drunk driver. He clipped them causing their car to go off the road and slam into a tree. He walked away without a scratch and didn't serve any jail time since it was his first offense. He only had to do community service."
"How old were you?" he asked, holding her close.
"Twenty-one. I had to sell the house and most of its contents to pay the bank. I packed a few bags and have been on my own ever since."
"You and Meryn impress the hell out of me. You had to take care of yourselves at such a young age."
"What about you?"
He rubbed their noses together. "I had mother, Cord, and of course Darian, I wasn't alone."
"Have you ever shown him his baby pictures?"
Oron blushed furiously. "Of course not. It would be embarrassing for him to see my chicken scratch."
Izzy stepped back and headed to his wall. She had taken the second picture down when he placed a hand on her arm. "What are you doing?"
Izzy held up the picture that showed baby Darian with a beautiful woman and tall man. "Those are his parents, right?" He nodded. "Don't you think he'd like to know what they looked like, hell, what he looked like? As you said, this was before cameras Oron."
Her mate turned his head away. "They're not very good."