Spiridon had lived an amazing life I couldn’t help but envy. Art was in his blood. As was success. Art and success were also in the blood of his son Nikolos and his grandson Christos. The Manos family was truly blessed.
The Smith family hadn’t been nearly so lucky. Oh well. Even if my upbringing had been bland and mediocre by comparison, at least now I got to be around the Manos family. Maybe I could absorb some of their good luck. I was still young. There was still time for my life to turn out awesome too.
Close to midnight, Christos clomped downstairs into the living room and collapsed on the couch next to me. He still wore his shirt and tie and his slacks. Even with his hair a mess, he looked ready for the cover of GQ.
“He’s risen from the dead,” Spiridon chuckled from where he sat in his leather chair.
Christos clutched his hair in both hands. “I feel like someone has driven a spike through my head. I think I’m still buzzed. How much did I drink?”
“You probably need some water,” I suggested. Experience had taught me that water was a hangover’s worst enemy.
Christos groaned, “I think I got dehydrated during court today. I was too stressed about everything else to think about water. Those bourbons at dinner went straight to my brain.”
“I’ll get you some water,” Spiridon said as he stood up.
“I can do it,” I said.
“No, you sit with my grandson.” He smiled as he walked out of the living room.
“Christos, did you puke on the bed?” I asked.
He chuckled and snuggled up against me on the couch. “No. Like I said, I didn’t drink that much. I think it was the dehydration. I was loopy after three drinks. That never happens. I’ll be better after I get some water.”
Spiridon returned with a huge glass.
“Thanks, Pappoús,” Christos said. He gulped down the entire glass in several long swallows. “Let’s see if it stays down,” he winked then set the glass on the coffee table. “Can I use your blouse as a bib if I spit up?”
“Eww!” I giggled. “That’s disgusting, Christos!”
He chuckled as he nuzzled his nose against my neck. “Gack!” he grunted, pretending to puke.
“Stop!” I laughed.
“I think I’ll be heading to bed,” Spiridon smiled, standing up. “It’s been a long day and I think you two need some time alone.”
“Good night, Pappoús,” Christos said.
“Good night, paidí mou,” Spiridon said as he rubbed Christos’ shoulder. “And good night to you to, koritsáki mou,” he said to me as he leaned down and kissed the top of my head.
My parents never did that. I would’ve flinched if they did. But it felt completely normal when Spiridon did it. “Good night,” I smiled.
“See you at breakfast. I think I’ll make French toast in the morning.” He considered thoughtfully. “Yes, I’m in the mood for French toast. Sound good to you two?”
“I have class,” I sighed, “I don’t know if I’ll have time.”
“Tomorrow’s Saturday,” Spiridon said.
“Oh, duh!” I had been so caught up in the stress of the day, more like the stress of the last two weeks, I’d lost track of what day it was.
“See you two in the morning,” Spiridon said as he walked upstairs.
Christos rubbed his nose across my cheek. “Mmmm. I missed you, agápi mou.” His hand slid across my stomach and hooked around my waist. He pulled me into him as his hot tongue slid into my ear.
“Christos! Your grandfather’s like ten feet away!”
“He doesn’t care,” he murmured.
“I do!”
“Then let’s go outside.”
“What?”
“There’s plenty of comfortable lounge chairs out there. I’ll get some blankets.”
“I don’t know, Christos. It’s late. And you’re tired. I’m tired, now that I think of it.”
He lifted his head up and looked me in the eyes with his amazing blues. “You sure?”
Who was I kidding? Christos was the most amazingly handsome man I’d met in my entire life. He was breathtakingly beautiful. My heart accelerated and my body temperature spiked several degrees just looking into his eyes.
“We can go to sleep if you want,” he said.
“Ahhh, maybe we can stay up for a little while?”
His dimpled grin widened over his beautiful white teeth. His lips looked so soft and I really needed to lick them. But his grandfather was upstairs and it was a straight shot from the living room to Spiridon’s bedroom. I didn’t want him to hear us. “Outside is good,” I grinned.
Christos drank another huge glass of water in the kitchen before grabbing blankets from a closet.
We went out onto the deck together.
The sky was almost totally clear, a black velvet blanket overhead. A few scattered clouds drifted lazily past the glowing moon. Christos led me to a circle of chaise loungers on the far side of the swimming pool that had a great view of the dark ocean. Distant waves crashed in a silver drizzle against the shore.
Christos whipped a blanket out and it billowed down on a lounger built for two. We crawled on top and he spread the other blanket over us. It was almost warm enough without the top blanket, but it wouldn’t be as cozy without it.
We snuggled together, our arms and legs entwined. There was no way I could imagine cuddling under the stars in Washington D.C. in February. Not without a winter sleeping bag, long johns, wool cap, and mittens.
“Exciting day,” I said.
“Yeah,” Christos chuckled. “Who knew my girlfriend could make Sherlock Holmes look incompetent.”
“Thanks,” I grinned. “You know, it’s still Valentine’s Day.”
“That’s right. Happy Valentine’s Day, agápi mou.”
Snuggled under the blankets together, I felt unbelievably peaceful in his arms. All the troubles of the world were far away. Whatever they might have been, they were no concern of mine.
I realized that Christos was gently stroking the side of my cheek with his hand. Swirling energy flowed out from his fingers across my face, relaxing away my remaining tension.
His thumb slid across my lower lip, tugging gently against it. I moaned softly.
“You never got your Valentine’s Day kiss, agápi mou,” he murmured.
I remembered all the flowers and candles and chocolates he’d given me the day before. And the love making that had followed, him inside me, inside my mouth. And how all my stuff was moved into the house the next day. I was living with my boyfriend! Woo hoo!
Over the last few months, I had experienced so many firsts with the most perfect man in the world. Christos never ceased to amaze me. He brought so much joy and excitement into my life. I was the luckiest girl in the world.
“I love you, Christos,” I sighed. “You have no idea how much I love you.”
“If it’s even close to how much I love you, agápi mou, I have a pretty good idea.”
My heart still melted every time he told me that, every time he called me agápi mou.
“My heart is yours, agápi mou,” he murmured. “It always will be, and I believe it always was. I just had to endure the torture of waiting for you to finally show up in my life. It was a long wait,” he grinned. “But now that you’re here, I can’t imagine life without you. Without us.” There was a vulnerability in his eyes that warmed my heart.
“Oh, Christos,” I sighed.
He leaned toward me, his lower lip brushing across my upper. That slight contact was enough to cause a heat wave to blossom in my chest and my mouth to tingle with anticipation. When our lips gently touched, his tongue slid inside and caressed mine. Hunger for more overtook me and I fell into our kiss like it was the first time all over again. My heart raced as heat poured down into my core. I breathed him in, inhaling the life force of love that flowed from him into me, and back out again. Our bodies united in a perfect exchange of our desire for each other and our need to be needed. Our hearts were beating in an intimate rhythm, completing an eternal, infinite connection.