The Don's Wife

49 | Confrontation

Wearing her lovely smile, Rosie sauntered across the room, halted just a couple feet away from me.

She cleared her throat, chin up, chest puffed out. "Notice anything new?"

Well, actually, it depends.

Yes, if she's referring to the dress she wore ; A cobalt blue, below mid-knee length, with skirt pleated into fitted, high-waisted bodice, straps that tie at shoulders, and left side buttoned closing. Bought her that piece because I imagined it would complement her cute nature. I was right.

On the other hand, if asking through my perspective, then I'd say–

"No, what?"

Because there's nothing new about her being perfect.

"I'll give you a clue. It rhymes with 'guess'."
Said Rosie giddily, swaying her skirt side to side.

Although she couldn't have made it more obvious– and painfully adorable, I stalled my response on purpose. For whatever reason, no, it certainly wasn't to steal a few moments of 'respectful' staring. That would be downright pathetic.

"Still got nothing." I shrugged.

Seeming disappointed by my lack of attentiveness, her smile narrowed a size.

"The dress." She glanced downwards at herself, holding her skirt up. "It's one of the many that I hadn't had the chance to try on when we went shopping. You chose this for me."

And I'll also be the one to take it off.

"Really?" I drawled, closing the distance between us. Her neck gradually craned upward with each step I took in order to match my gaze.

"Yes, really." She huffed. "I know you'd probably chosen it on a whim, but– I like it. I think it's beautiful."

Now that she's within reach, the back of my fingers found her soft cheek, trailed along her jawline, then settled on her chin, and gently took hold of it.

My sight roamed over the delicate features of her face. Each line, shape, and color. Where the true source of beauty lies.

"Mhm, it is. Very."

Her eyes blinked rapidly. A deep pink tinted her milky complexion, mainly on her cheeks and ears.

Cotton candy, was what popped into mind.

'If I were to take a bite, will it taste as sweet?'
Temptation whispered.

"Y- you're playing me, aren't you?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Because you always do."

I smirked. "And you secretly liked it."

Just when I thought one couldn't be anymore flushed, her skin burned a brighter shade. Either from vexation at my cheekiness or embarrassment that I exposed her. Perhaps a mixture of both. And it amused me the more.

Lips parted, closed, then sealed with a bite. Quite the cunning invitation from her end. Almost accepted it with great pleasure, if it weren't for her suddenly shying away from me.

"It's a curse." She muttered.

I cupped her chin, then reclaimed her attention. Upon her lips I set my eyes, rested my thumb, feeling its plumpness. "They say that a curse can be broken by a kiss, care to try?"

As she broke into a chuckle, I felt her smile bloomed against my touch. Warm breath tickled my fingertip from each sound she produced, which imbued with a hint of mischief. "With you? I'm afraid it'll only get empowered."