Arabella's and Hardin's story continues....
After almost three years of blissful marriage, and reigning as King and Queen, our star crossed lovers can't find a single fault in their perfection of a life.
Then, it gets even better with a special deli...
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"Another nightmare?" I smiled, leaning against the tall column besides me.
"Couldn't sleep." I replied, strolling over to the canvas sat in the centre of the room. Elliot was perched on a wooden stool, his chest bare and smothered in splatters of red and blue paint.
The moon shone light through the oval window, illuminating the whimsical scene before me. A half naked sex god sat before a surreal painting with only the moon for light.
Holy fuck.
I shifted nervously, fighting the urge to tell him to just fuck me now. My pregnancy hormones were raging and this man was not making it easy.
"What are you doing?" He set his paintbrush down and grabbed one of the dirty rags strewn by his side, wiping away the excess paint from his hands.
"Just trying to clear my head a bit, I find that painting is the best thing for that."
"Oh I'm sorry, should I leave?" The last thing I wanted to disrupt his moment of peace.
"No please, sit." He gestured to his large king sized bed, and I instantly sunk into the soft bouncy mattress.
I watched him stand and stretch, his muscles all flexing at once. Biting my lip, I stifled a groan when he pulled his shirt back on, hiding away his toned chest.
"Wow, I kinda feel like a piece of meat right now." I tore my eyes away from his body and focused my gaze on his face, a small smirk playing ok his lip.
"Sorry I just...god, I can't even lie about it." We both laughed and I moved to the right as he sat besides me. "I was ogling you, but only because my hormones are crazy right now and you're kinda hot."
"Don't worry, I think you're hot too." He chuckled quietly, brushing away a strand of fallen hair. "Beautiful in fact."
I flushed red. "Don't. You always say the right thing, and the right thing often makes me blush."
"I like your blush." His fingers grazed my cheek. "I love seeing the red grow softly over your smooth skin, I love seeing how much I affect you."
"Your words affect me." Shrugging, he flashed me a wink.
"Same thing." Wrapping an arm around my waist, he drew me closer, letting my head fall onto his shoulder.
"What's wrong?" It was eerie how much he knew me in just a few short weeks, how much are minds were alike.
"What did you paint?" I stood and crossed the room to observe his painting. Despite knowing I was just avoiding the question, he obliged with the desperation seeping out of my tone.
