A marriage is like a rose; a romantic keepsake having the combination of thorns and petals. The red hue of the petals symbolizes love, and passion and is soft to touch. The thorns that lay on the stem, however, represent adversity and sacrifice.
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I saw fire.
I saw rising flames in his eyes the moment he touched me.
And as I continue to hold on to him tight, semi-embarrassed, I feel our heartbeats resonating. I'd wanted to touch him and feel his lips all along and now that I've done so, I want them more. Suddenly, he was all the energy I was looking for.
"Liked it?" He whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
I slowly came under his piercing gaze and I felt my face heating up, "I felt n-nothing!"
He lowered himself onto the couch and that's how I found myself stradling him. The hands that were wrapped around his shoulders gradually fell and his grip on my waist loosened, but our eyes remained fixed on each other's.
"Oh, really?" He said, placing a hand on my head.
He visibly softened and a small smile graced his lips. The eyes that were filled with mischief a moment earlier were now tenderly glancing over at my features.
"At one point, I thought you weren't going to stop. . ."
He let out a chuckle, "You're still very young and new to this. I want to enjoy this innocent phase for a while."
"I'm not innocent," I objected while he stroked my hair, "I understand many things."
His fingers brushed against my arms and he wrapped them around his neck before he leaned closer to my face. Placing his firm hands on my waist, he pressed a little on them and a part of me was worried he'd feel my belly fat. After all, I'm on the chubbier side.
"You're naïve and pure, sweetheart. But you're also beautiful and intelligent, you know?" He cooed, placing his forehead against mine, "You're kind. Very kind to me."
This doesn't feel real.
He doesn't feel real.
I stared at his lips, wanting to devour him.
"Zayden!"
An abrupt voice alerted us and I snapped out of my thoughts. Widening my eyes in horror, I climbed out of Zayden's lap and freed myself from his embrace.
"Why'd you go?" He asked, puzzled and I sensed irritation in his voice.
Seating myself on the couch at some distance, I adjusted my hair, "Your Dad is still here!"
"So what?"
"What?" I asked in disbelief, "He can't see us like this!"
"Zayden, will you give me a hand over here?" He called out.
Zayden stood up from the couch, unbuttoning his shirt. He stood there in his vest and for the first time, he showed much skin. His puffed-up chest, and toned muscular arms that exposed his veins were a sight to behold. I should've known he works out despite his busy schedule, otherwise carrying me would've been a pain.
