Chapter 182: Where The World Fades Away
Outside the windows, Four Seasons Garden was quiet under the late night. Somewhere far below, the city kept its distant, indifferent hum. Sophie’s breathing slowed against his chest. The lamp light cast everything in a soft, warm gold.
Sophie: "Mmm, good right? I made it with so much love... just like everything I do for you."
They were done eating, but Sophie still fed him the last bits of it... But what was remaining isn’t deserving to be called last bits since they were still many...
She continued feeding him slowly since they’re already full, alternating between chicken and salmon, occasionally stealing little bites for herself while staying comfortably nestled in his lap. Her free hand rested on his chest, fingers tracing lazy circles.
"You’re working too hard lately," she said softly, her tone turning caring. "I hate seeing you stressed. That’s why I stayed up... I just wanted to be the one who makes everything better for you."
Stan swallowed and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "You always do, Sophie. You have no idea how much I needed this."
She giggled softly, feeding him another piece. "Of course I do. My job is to spoil you, feed you, and love you until you forget the whole world exists."
She leaned forward, resting her head on his chest while still feeding him smaller bites. Her body melted against his, warm and soft.
"You know... like I said before, I love these moments," she whispered. "Just you and me. No talent shows, no crowds. Just my man letting me pamper him."
She looked up at him with playful eyes and teased, "Though I have to say... you look really handsome when you let me baby you like this. Don’t even try to act tough. I know you secretly love sitting here while I feed you."
Stan laughed lightly, his hand stroking her back. "Maybe I do. Only because it’s you."
Sophie’s cheeks flushed with happiness. With a contented sigh, she wrapped both arms around his neck and snuggled deeper into his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"Thank you for coming to me tonight, Stan," she murmured lovingly. "I feel complete when you’re here."
She tilted her head up and kissed him slowly, tenderly, pouring all her affection into it. When she pulled back, her eyes were soft and full of warmth.
They continued like that for a while, her feeding him, stealing kisses, resting her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat while making light conversation about his day at the talent show, about how proud she was of him, about silly little future plans.
The last of the food slowly disappeared between her gentle care and their shared laughter.
Now the plates was finally empty, Sophie set the tray aside but stayed on his lap, arms wrapped around him, cheek pressed against his chest.
"Thank you for coming tonight," she whispered, voice full of warmth. "I love you, Stan. I really, really do."
Stan held her tighter, kissing the top of her head. "I love you too, Sophie."
She smiled against his chest, content and glowing with happiness, perfectly nestled in his arms like she belonged there.
She then gently cupped Stan’s face with both hands. She looked at him with those soft, adoring eyes, her thumbs brushing lightly over his cheeks.
"You ate everything... Good boy," she whispered lovingly, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. "Seeing you enjoy what I made for you makes my heart feel so full."
Stan smiled, his hands resting comfortably on her hips. "You’re spoiling me rotten tonight, Sophie. I could get used to this."
She whispered lovingly, tracing small circles on his shirt with her finger, "Having you here makes everything feel right. The world can be so loud sometimes... but when it’s just us, it’s peaceful. You make me feel safe and wanted."
Stan stroked her back gently. "You do the same for me, Sophie. More than you know."
A comfortable silence settled for a moment before Sophie looked up at him with caring eyes. "You must be thirsty after all that food and driving. Are you thirsty, baby?"
Stan nodded with a warm smile. "Yeah, I am."
She brightened and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Wait right here. I’ll get you some nice chilled water."
As Sophie stood up to clear the small table, Stan couldn’t resist. His hand moved instinctively, giving her a firm, playful slap on her soft, rounded ass.
PAH!
It jiggled beautifully under the thin fabric of her clothes.
"Ahn~" Sophie let out a surprised, breathy moan, her body jolting slightly.
"You’re such a naughty boy, Stan..." she said, glancing back at him with a mix of mock scolding and unmistakable affection, her cheeks flushed.
Stan laughed warmly, leaning back with a satisfied grin. "What can I say? Naughty is basically my love language. Have I ever told you how much I love this ass? So soft, so perfect... I could spend all day just feeling it in my hands."
Sophie bit her lip, trying and failing to hide her smile as she reached for a glass. "No... you haven’t told me that before," she replied softly, a shy but delighted note in her voice.
She poured him some clean, chilled bottled water, the ice cubes clinking gently. "Though I’m not complaining. I like knowing you notice me like that."
She walked back over, glass in hand, and Stan’s eyes followed her with open adoration. "Oh, I notice everything about you, Sophie. The way you move, the way you smile when you think I’m not looking... and yeah, especially that beautiful ass. It’s criminal how good it feels."
Sophie’s laughter was light and melodic as she carefully sat on his lap again, nestling against him like she belonged there. She rested her head on his shoulder, her free hand gently stroking his chest.
"Naughty boy," she whispered tenderly, holding the glass to his lips. "Here’s your drink. I don’t want my favorite person getting thirsty."
Stan took the glass, his fingers brushing hers deliberately. He drank deeply, then let out a long, contented sigh. The cool water felt perfect after the flavorful meal, his heart was warm as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer.
"That’s perfect... but the best part isn’t the water. It’s you taking care of me like this. I swear, every little thing you do makes me fall for you a little more."
Sophie’s eyes softened, and she nuzzled into his neck, pressing a gentle kiss there. "I love taking care of you, Stan. You make me feel so wanted... so loved. Even when you’re being a pervert," she added with a playful giggle.
He chuckled, rubbing slow circles on her back. "Can you blame me? You’re addictive. I missed this so much while I was gone, just sitting with you, touching you, hearing your voice makes me okay. I feel empty without you with me."
