Removing the paper carefully, I revealed the back of a picture frame. Turning it over, I homed in on a photo that was taken of us at our senior prom. Then there was one of us on vacation with our families. Sienna and I were on a beach mid-jump as the waves crashed into the shore behind us. My gaze moved to one that was taken last year before I started dating Rachel. It was a candid photo of us at some bar. I vaguely remembered Tony taking the photo. Sienna and I were making gross faces at each other. I laughed at the memory. The other photos were from various points in our lives.
“I wanted to show where we came from, so we can always look back on it in the future,” she said.
“Sienna,” I said, my eyes darting around to each of the photos. My brain fell back into each memory of us. Some of them I’d forgotten until that point. “This is the best gift anyone has ever given me.”
She shrugged. “I thought it was better than buying you something. A bottle of cologne wouldn’t have been on par with what you did for me.”
“You’re right.”
This must have taken Sienna some time to do. There had to be at least two dozen perfectly placed photos of us. She wasn’t the creative type, so I appreciated the effort she put into this even more.
“You would have never done this if we weren’t dating,” I said. “I’m starting to think you really like me.”
“No, actually,” she said with a grin. “I really love you.”
“I love it,” I said and pulled her to me. I looked down into her hazel eyes and kissed her. I tried to put all of my love into the kiss, showing her how much I appreciated the gift and her presence in my life.
“Okay,” she said. “Now I’m really hungry.”
I propped up the frame so we could look at it while eating our breakfast. Sienna plated the pancakes and made a smiley face with strawberries as the mouth and whipped cream dots for the eyes on each of them. It was something she normally did for the children at the diner when they ordered pancakes. I looked at the photos again, reliving the moments from our own childhoods. This was the perfect gift to look back on for the years to come.
But I had one more present for her up my sleeve.
Epilogue
Sienna
I stirred awake and laid there for a few seconds, listening to the sound of Parker’s deep breathing. He was still asleep. I glanced at the clock. We’d slept in again. Well, slept in for us. It was only seven, and I wasn’t going to the diner for another two hours.
I rolled over as slowly as I could, not wanting to disturb him. He was facing me, his eyes squeezed shut. His shoulders were close to his ears. He seemed tense for some reason. I wasn’t sure why.
Heat flashed through my body and settled between my legs. I wanted to show him how much I appreciated him working hard while being home every night for dinner and every morning to help me prepare food for others.
I licked my lips and moved the sheets away from his legs. His cock was already awake and semi-hard, ready for me even though he was fast asleep.
I gripped him and slid my hand up and down, stroking him. He felt good in my hand, warming my palm through the material. I loved playing with his cock, especially when it started off semi-hard and stiffened as I stroked and teased it.
Parker’s breathing deepened, becoming long, happy sighs. He smiled, and his eyes opened slowly.
“Good morning,” he said. He started to move, but I held his hips down.
“Lay back, enjoy yourself.”
I grinned up at him, my tower of well-muscled manliness reduced to jelly by my fingers. He’d grown completely hard by now, so I gave him an extra-firm squeeze. He groaned softly and his eyes fluttered closed.
Perfect, I thought. Let’s take this a step further. As carefully as I could, I reached down and cupped his balls and started to massage them with my other hand.
His eyes opened wide. “Oh, wow.” He peered down his body at me.
I propped myself up on my knees and ran my tongue around my lips. “You want me to?”
“Do you need to ask?” His eyes closed as I pressed my lips to his swollen head. I kissed it a couple of times, then opened my mouth and stroked the underside of his head with the tip of my tongue. Shivers ran through his pelvis, shaking my hand. I grinned as I licked, loving the feel of his smooth, stretched skin against my tongue. I shifted my hand back and forward on his shaft, squeezing each time I brought my hand close to my face.
“Oh my god, that’s good,” he murmured.
“Mm-hmm?” I asked, then moved my head forward, taking more of him into my mouth, making sure I slid my tongue along the underside of his shaft. He stroked my hair gently, sliding his hand around to the back of my head. His fingers applied the tiniest pressure to my scalp. I smiled as I remembered doing exactly the same thing to him every time he’d gone down on me. I complied by moving my head forward, sliding his slippery head along my tongue. I formed a seal with my lips and sucked gently, moving back, then forward, finding my rhythm as I pumped his shaft with a firm grip. Parker’s hands rested lightly on my head as he followed my movements, subtly guiding my speed.
“I’m so hard for you,” he said. “I love what you’re doing, but I want you so much.”