Patience Heart

The Night to Remember

The door closed softly behind us as we stepped into the honeymoon suite, leaving the world outside. The room was bathed in a warm, intimate glow, and the scent of red roses filled the air—heady, intoxicating. Every detail screamed romance, from the petals on the bed spelling out "Mr. and Mrs. Adrian" to the soft flicker of candles that cast dancing shadows on the walls. The private pool shimmered invitingly outside, reflecting the glow of the night sky.

I paused, letting the reality of everything sink in. This was it. I was now Mrs. Adrian. Adam's wife. Despite the whirlwind of emotions inside me, I couldn't deny the surge of warmth that the thought brought. Adam had given me everything I'd ever dreamed of in this wedding—no, more than that. He had given me something beyond my wildest expectations.

Adam's hand found mine, and he led me to the bed, the plush mattress sinking beneath us as we sat down together. His gaze met mine, filled with such tenderness that my heart skipped a beat. His thumb gently brushed the back of my hand, a comforting gesture that grounded me in the moment.

"Viola," he began, his voice low and sincere. "Thank you for making today happen. For making my dream come true."

His words hit me deeply. I turned to him, my eyes searching his, finding nothing but pure love. "Thank you, Adam... for everything. For giving me this beautiful wedding, for accepting me with all the extra baggage I carry." I paused, feeling the weight of my confession. "I promise I'll do my best to be the wife you deserve, Mrs. Adrian... your wife."

Adam's eyes softened even more, and he lifted my hand to his lips, kissing it tenderly. "You've already done more than enough just by being here with me. Making you my wife, Viola Anindita Adrian, is the greatest blessing I could ever ask for."

We chuckled softly, the sound lightening the atmosphere. But beneath the laughter, the tension was palpable—a different kind of tension that had been building all day. Adam leaned closer, his lips brushing my forehead in a tender kiss that lingered, then moving down to capture my mouth. The kiss was gentle at first, exploring, savoring, but it quickly deepened, growing more urgent. My heart raced as the world around us faded, leaving just the two of us in this intoxicating moment.

Adam's hands began to roam, his touch electrifying. He traced the outline of my body through the fabric of my gown, every caress sending shivers down my spine. The gown felt like a barrier between us, and I wanted it gone. As if reading my thoughts, Adam slowly lowered the zipper, the sound almost deafening in the quiet room. The gown slid off my shoulders, falling to the floor in a whisper of silk, leaving me standing before him in nothing but my lingerie.

His eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of me. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice husky. His hands moved to cup my face, pulling me into another kiss that left me breathless. It was more than just a kiss—it was a promise, a declaration of everything he felt for me. His lips traveled down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake, while his hands roamed over my body, exploring every inch of me.

I fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. When I finally succeeded, I pushed the fabric off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. My hands roamed over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips, the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my palm.

Before I knew it, his shirt was off, and his hands were back on me, this time with more urgency. I could feel the heat radiating from him, and it only fueled the fire inside me. My fingers fumbled with his belt, desperate to rid him of the last barrier between us. When I finally succeeded, I felt the breath hitch in my throat as he stood before me, completely exposed.

He was beautiful—every inch of him, from the hard planes of his chest to the soft curve of his mouth as he kissed me again, harder this time, more insistent. His hands moved to my hips, pulling me closer, and I could feel the heat of his body pressing against mine, the thin fabric of my lingerie the only barrier between us.