"You look amazing," Miguel murmured to Les before brushing his lips against her temple. The dress was the perfect mix of comfortable and dressy, which suited his wife beautifully. And besides, it showed off her long, smooth legs, which he would never be disappointed with. Even if it did make him want to cancel the dinner and spread her out on their table instead. The last few days had been full of passion and coupling, Les apparently having been serious about trying for a baby, and he was over the moon.
The hostess escorted them up to one of the private terrace tables, and he thanked the witch with a small nod of acknowledgement. They were left with their menus and a reassurance that their waitress would be discretely serving them tonight and could be summoned if they had need of anything.
"I was thinking we should start looking for a house. Maybe somewhere a bit in the country with some land so you can have a greenhouse. A big kitchen--I loved cooking with you the other night, I'd love to do that more. And of course, a nice big spa tub. I want to spoil you every way I can," he told her, his hand finding hers and bringing it to his lips to brush a kiss over her knuckles.