Ace of Hearts

Husband & Wifey

Winding an arm around her waist again, Sehun tugged her closer. Plastering a hand against his arm she writhed.

"Let go, will you?" Namjoo hissed. "Your girlfriend is watching."

"So is mom and dad and the rest of my family," Sehun lowered his voice. "Be good. They think the baby is making you sick and that I came to get you."

"You know that's not true!" Namjoo retorted as they approached the ballroom.

"Shh..."

She yelped as his breath tickled her air and waved her hand between them. Sehun had to be the best actor, because he simply ignored her. Graciously smiling, attention focused ahead.

He was right. Crowding around the entrance was his family expectantly waiting for her return.

"There they are!" A voice came from somewhere.

"Dear!" Sehun's mother raced toward her. Touching her arm, "Are you all right?" Pressing the back of her hand against her forehead, she worried, "You're not sick?"

"Mother, I'm fine."

"The baby must be excited is all. Don't think about anything and have fun," she stressed. "Come along now. The music will be starting. The first dance is yours and Sehun's."

"Dance?" Namjoo's irises widened.

Explaining no more some woman she didn't recognize excitedly pushed her and Sehun forward. Tables had been pushed out of the way to form a superficial dance floor. That was right where they ended up. Gathering was a crowd erupting with high energy. Majority of them flashing their cameras prepared to record or take numerous pictures.

The attention was horrifying!

"It better be just one song," Namjoo murmured.

She gasped when Sehun drew his arm further around her waist. So close their hips glued.

Palming his chest, she warned, "Hey, watch it."

"They're watching," he reminded. Settling the opposite hand at the low of her back, he reminded her, "We love each other, remember?"

Her brows twined detesting this.

Namjoo's lips parted when he abruptly dove in even closer putting his mouth right next to her ear. Softly teasing her skin with his breath, "Don't look at me like that. Someone might see."

He actually laughed joyfully after withdrawing. Namjoo bared her teeth irate unable to comprehend what the hell was up with him today. Hadn't he just run into his ex earlier? He should be pining after her. Longing, mourning the loss of their relationship. Be downright moody, sad, something.

A slow song loudly flowed from the speakers forcing her to go with the flow. On the bright side she didn't have to spend the entirety of the song locking eyes with him. Sehun leaned so far in her face brushed right into his shoulder as they swayed back and forth on the dance floor, holding one another. The weight of his head brushed past the curve of her neck as he tightly held her.

Whatever he was doing she didn't want to know.

While a melodious chorus lengthened, she sunk into the heat of his body, the width of his shoulder. Actually as comfortable as she recalled the first time she rode on his back and put her head there. Where she'd slept the morning of their wedding photoshoot.

Speaking of the photos, she'd seen the finished products displayed right outside the doors. Humongous posters of her and Sehun intimately sharing gazes. The other of him kissing but not really kissing her at the forefront. Shivers raced up and down her spine when she saw them.