Making all the wrong choices they ever had,
to end up being Royally Trapped.
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❛ Why are you acting this way? ❜
❛ I feel infuriated.❜
❛ And why is that so? ❜
❛ Because I can't figure out if I should scream at you or have you screaming for me.❜
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okay, so we have reached the big three-oh chapter! how are you enjoying the story so far? it's not a mystery or like some v angsty drama to keep y'all captivated but i hope you are liking it.
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"Wake up sleepy head."
The morning ray of the sun pricks my eyes, rubbing my eyes vigorously, I turn away from the light. I cover my head with the duvet, snuggling deeper into the warmth avoiding any dart of reality.
"Noor." A husky voice that tickles the side of my cheek with every breath he takes, awakens me but I shake my head, shooing him.
"Baby."
"Let me sleep." I plead, throwing my arm around his body. Pulling him along.
"We are getting late, baby." His soothing voice manages to get me back to the state of reality. My eyelashes flutter and lids open, lips pout as I look at my husband, who appears wide awake.
He is lying on his side, his hand supporting his head. His eyes are directed at my sleepy figure. I am in no mood to go to the office, for the first time, I feel like calling it off. I want to spend more time with him, cuddling and cocooning in his arms.
"I don't want to go to the office."
"We aren't." With that, I reopen my one eye, taking a peek at my husband who is looking at me with a smirk on his face.
"Then?"
"We are going somewhere else." He doesn't offer a proper answer. Keeps evading my queries. Instead, I ensue that we spend the day in bed, thinking that will act as bait and lure him to more sleep but he refuses.
"We are going on a date. So get up, baby." The previous night we had showered and I changed into his tee while he only wore his swear pants, so now that he sits up, the comforter pooling around his waist, his torso is completely on display.
My throat is parched and yet I stop myself from drooling over my husband. We had a hard time controlling ourselves the last night but somewhere we both wanted to give the chemistry between us some time to prosper. To test it and enjoy it. We both wanted to surrender to the intimacy of our love only when were accepted our love for each other.
