"I crave you as if I've already had you before, that scares and excites me all at once"
« In which Adriana Narvaez, a mother
of two, finds herself falling deep
into the world of crime after an
innocent robbery turns into a money-laundering bus...
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T/W: DEATH
"I hate surprises."
"You didn't mind when I surprised you with that car."
"Touché. One point to my genius husband."
His body wrapped around hers, hands coming up to seal her already closed eyes. She could feel his chin resting atop her head, inhaling the sweet smell of her shampoo. She could only giggle, warmth welling up in her chest. He guided her up the curb, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as she slightly stumbled, pushing her further into his arms.
"Husband-- I like the sound of that."
They arrived to stop, a pleased sigh escaping his lips at the sight before him that he wouldn't let her see. Yet.
"What are we doing?"
His hands gently pulled away from her eyes, trailing down to wrap around her waist. He buried his head into her neck as she slowly opened her eyes.
A home. Well, more than a home. More like a manor. Cozy, french country-styled. A long path leads to the arch entrance; white brick matches beautifully with dark brown wood roof panels. She was visibly confused, her hands coming down to cover his own as he swayed with her back and forth.
"I don't understand. What is it?"
"It's a house."
"Dominic. I can see that, thank you."
He pulled away, his arm coming to wrap around her shoulder instead. Brushing her hair back from her face, she gazed up at him, his eyes glued to the home before him.
"I mean, you could also call it a den. Or a home, or a shelter. Whatever you want-- Or we could just call it 'ours'."
Adriana couldn't help the smile that overcame her, a huff of disbelief escaping her lips. She was skeptical, rightfully so; they couldn't afford this home. Not with her still in college and him presumably working a minimum wage job.
"Ours?"
He only nodded, pride swelling in his chest as he finally met her gaze.
"Where would we get the money? How do we get into something like this?"
He stuffed his hands into his pocket, turning to face her with a sickeningly sweet grin. He spread his legs to match her height, rocking back and forth on the soles of his feet, as she examined the home before her.
"Probably with a key." He pulled a key from his pocket, waving it in front of her face. Her arms flew around his neck, as she leaped into his arm.
"Oh my god! Dom!"
His arms immediately wrapped around her waist, his lips meeting her cheeks in a chaste kiss.
