Indebted Love

♡sept ♡

I couldn't help the smile on my face, spreading a little bigger as Angel looks between my lips and my eyes. I lean to kiss him properly, sucking on his bottom lips and allow his tongue to swirl around mine. I don't know why but I held my breath the whole time.

I have this ridiculous romantic notion that I wanted Angel to literally take my breath away.

I found satisfaction at the way my heart was racing, the way my head feels light head as I focus on breathing, inhaling and exhaling as I relish on Angel's touch. He stands to steel the boat again, planting a wicked kiss in my cheeks and I watch him work.

What must've felt forever, we reach the edge of the shore, white sand and wet rocks are within our eyesight, surrounding the boat as we came a slow stop.

There's a forest behind the sand, thick tall tress bunched up together with some room for movement. I can hear birding singing or animal noises in the background, the crashing ocean waves contradicts it, making this a real serene scenery.

My heart thudded loudly though when Angel jumps out the boat, getting his shoes soaked wet as he leaves me to go somewhere. Curiously, I raise my head up, making moves to stand up, as I do I don't see him. I don't get a second to react as Angel emerges from a large boulder with a thick wet moss used as a blanket against the cold wind. He carrying a grass braid of some sort, large to fit his palm as he strolled my way with a smile on his face.

"Entertainment," he says, "and business," he jumps back on the boat just as the thunder starting rolling out.

My mind plagues on the entertainment Angel brought home as I ready myself for dinner in 15 minutes. I got to hold it, run my fingers through the grass fabric yet I couldn't fathom what it was. Angel says we'll use it later and to not worry about it because he has something to give me.

He snakes his arms around my waist, kissing my cheeks as he looks at both of us through the mirror. I drop his hands off my body, stepping forward a little and turn my body side to side to inspect my ling sleeved back dress molded to perfection.

Winking at myself, I catch Angel laughing, shaking his head as he fishes his hands into his pocket.

"What's so funny," I asked him, turning around to face him and cross my arms.

"Nothing, " he pauses, staring at his foot then meets my eyes, "I didn't think you had-don't take this the wrong way... it's just with your parents like that I thought you'd have... less confidence in yourself..." he trails on.

"What?"

"No no, I mean, I admire that," he removes his hands from pocket, holding his hands put to reveal an expensive blue ring box.

"I got a case for your bracelet," he yield my attention momentarily, making me smile and squeal as he opens the box and wraps his jewellery around my wrist, officially owning me and branding me as his.

I hate how I liked it.

"You spent too much money on me already Angel," I tell him as I lean in for a hug, wrapping my arms around his neck and he does the same with my waist.

"You're my wife, Jalah," Angel replies. This time I kiss his cheeks, hug a little tighter and nearly closed my eyes because I feel so loved and perfect.

Don't be fooled of this allusion. At the back of my mind I know that this is fake and temporarily.

When the waiter at the restaurant congratulate us on our honeymoon and even included a free meal just for that reason, I wanted nothing more than yank my eyes out. I didn't want to see how everyone was eyeing at us, casting curious gazes as our hands touch (we sit side by side in a private booth) as we talk, eat, fucking exist!