All Tyla Hemmings wanted to do, was to finish high school, go to college and perhaps get married to her best friend, and boyfriend, Colton Adams. But all of that changes when she unexpectedly meets a handsome stranger one afternoon, and a serial go...
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Waking up in Alexander's arms, is something I don't think I will ever truly get used to. In his arms, I feel a sense of security that I can barely understand myself. It almost reminds me of how an arctic wolf would protect its female mate. I know that whenever I am in his arms, nothing bad can happen to me. I wonder if he feels that safe with his heart in my hands too.
"Good morning, my ikigai." He mumbles sleepily, his eyes still shut closed.
"Good morning, fiancé." I greet cheekily. He opens one eye, looking at me with amusement.
"Someone sounds happy this morning." He notes, finally opening both of his eyes. I am met with my favourite pair of chocolate eyes, melting my insides as he keeps his gaze trained on my face.
"Hmm... I am happy. I love you." I sigh in content. He smiles at me, placing a kiss to my forehead.
"I love you so much. It feels kind of surreal being here with you. I guess, I kind of expected that I would never end up with you." His eyes never leave mine, causing my heart to start beating erratically. I guess, I never expected that I would end up with him either. I expected him to always be that guy that I will look at, wishing to have made a move, but never actually do it.
"What do you want to do today?" He asks, gently grazing his hand over my cheek.
"I was thinking maybe we could spend some time together, just us. We've always either been around others when we were spending time together or we were interrupted. I want some time with you, uninterrupted." I suggest shyly. I feel my cheeks flush with heat, clearly not being used to being this straight forward with him about what I want.
"That..." He starts, not finishing his sentence. He places a kiss to my cheek before continuing. "Sounds like an excellent idea." His eyes trail down to my lips and time around me stills completely as he gently presses his lips to mine. The kiss is short, but just as electrically charged as every other kiss we've shared. Does it feel the same for him?
"Tell me a bit about yourself. I don't even know how old you are." My anxiety sets in, reminding me that I know just about nothing about him. I know his name and surname and I know his parents, but that's about it. I don't know where he came from, why he moved, nothing.
"Relax, my love. We have the rest of our lives to get to know each other. I can see the wheels turning in your head. I turned twenty one about a month and a half before I met you. I'm not that much older than you." My anxiety eases slightly, but a hint of the feeling still lingers beneath the surface. I've been so wrapped up in my feelings for him that I have never actually spent any time just hanging out with him to get to know him. He looks at me, studying my reaction closely. He seems unsatisfied with what he finds, because he quickly sits up straight, pulling me up with him.
"Get dressed, love. We're going out today." He announces. My heart drops. I thought we agreed to spending time alone together today? I look at him with a frown etched to my face. He notices and starts smiling at me.
