“Guy, stop,” Ebun giggled and commanded Sean in a sing-song voice as he showered kisses down the sides of her neck. His hand rested around her abdomen, fingers firmly securing her in his hold.“Guy? I’m going to be your husband in a couple of minutes,” he chastised her and planted more kisses.
“That’s precisely why you should stop trying to get me back to bed,” a small smile played at the corner of her lips. “Allow me to get dressed so we can actually have this wedding,” she managed to pull away and picked her bathrobe from the floor. Quickly, she slipped it on to shield her bareness. “By the way…” she let the words linger as she tied up the cotton belt to keep the bathrobe in place. “Isn’t it bad luck when the bride and the groom see each other before the wedding ceremony?”
Ebun knew she was being hypocritical by saying that because if she firmly believed in the superstition, she would have told Sean to drive back to his apartment when he sent a text the previous night that he was at her doorstep and was dying to see her face. She would have yanked off his hands politely while they groped her derriere as he whispered how much he missed her between kisses. She’d wanted all the things he’d given her – including the waking up in the morning to the dimly lit room and humid temperature with him spooning her from behind, providing her with the most delightful form of warmth. She was only asking now because she wasn’t sure what her sisters would think if they learned that Sean had spent the night with her in her place.
“We’re doomed if that’s the case,” Sean smirked as he grabbed his towel from the wardrobe and wrapped it around his naked waist. “Ugh!” he groaned, covering his face with his hands. The muscles on his upper arms contracted, following suit with the movement. “Why do we have to follow tradition?”
“Well…because I care to wear a wedding dress and post pictures on the net?” Ebun shrugged. She turned fully to face him and wore a broad smile. “Anyway, I’m leaving to get dressed. Bye-bye and see you soon,” she turned to leave after waving at him.
“So you’re not going to hug me?” his words didn’t stop her from making her way to the door, but it elicited a smile and a slight shake of her head. “Do you know how long ‘see you soon’ is?”
Ebun sagged her shoulders and gave up. She met a feigned expression of sadness on his face when she stopped and swerved – it was similar to the countenance of a child whose Lego toys had been seized. “You are such a baby! We’re literally going to spend the rest of our lives together. You get to see me every day.”
“That’s what marriage is about,” he curved and straightened his fingers repeatedly as he stretched out his arm, motioning for her to walk into his arms quickly. When she sat on his thigh, and he wrapped his arms around her midriff comfortably, he continued talking. “It’s about missing your partner even after spending the entire day with them. I’m doing well already as a husband, aren’t I?” he looked up at her, momentarily raising his head from her bosom.
“Whatever,” she relaxed under his comforting embrace and spoke with an eye roll. “We’re going to be married,” Ebun expressed her profound shock after some minutes of tranquil silence. “It’s baffling to me, to be honest – for so many reasons. I don’t want to start mentioning them because it feels like I’ve said it too many times, but each milestone reached with you makes me realize the fact that I’m doing life with you for real. The revelation of it is always sparkling to me.”
“I understand, and frankly, I love it. I see it that way too very often. Having such fresh disclosures helps one to see their relationship with their lover as a privilege and to never stop valuing the person that one is doing life with,” he rubbed his fingers on her arm. “But you see, I don’t find this day surprising. For some reason, I feel like I earned it – being with you, that is. I feel this way because of that whole ordeal with your older sister. I’m happy she eventually approved of me.”
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The Hidden Toxin ✔(#6 in the Our Side of The Dice Series)
Azione"I'll always choose vengeance. I'll rather heal in hell." An assassin based in Russia solely kills rapists who have managed to escape the wrath of the law as a trauma response to her personal, gruesome experience. Raped by six men at the tender age...