𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀 : 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞|𝟏𝟖+ (Series #01)

31

CHAPTER 31 :
❀ ALWAYS US ❀
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M I R A Y A' S    P O V

When we finally pulled apart, our foreheads still resting together, I let out a soft laugh, my fingers tracing the contours of his face.

"You always know the right thing to say, don't you?" I teased.

He grinned, his hidden dimples now visible, the corners of his eyes crinkling in that way that made my heart race. "Only when I mean it. And, I only mean it, when it comes to you."

I smiled, gazing at his handsome face, but a sudden wave of self-consciousness crept in. The intimacy of the moment was still present around us, yet I felt the need to pull away. My body still tingled from everything that had just passed between us, and the warmth of his arms felt too perfect.

It was overwhelming. Something new for me to experience.

Do I really deserve him? What have I even done in my life to receive a husband like him? Is this all going to slip away from me? Do I not deserve him?

I know, these are just my thoughts, my overthinking, but then what about fate.

The fate of my life.

"I- I should go and freshen up," I whispered, slightly, sitting up slowly.

His arms loosened around me, his eyes studying me with that same gentle understanding that always made me feel safe. Made me assured.

He nodded in understanding, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "Take your time, Love. I'll wait for you right here. Come soon."

I slid out of bed, feeling the cool air against my bare skin, and awkwardly made my way to the washroom of my previous room, before grabbing fresh clothes from the closet. As I closed the door behind me, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, taking a moment to accept the moments that happened a few minutes ago. I could still feel his touch on my skin. His words echoing in my mind.

We have all the time in the world.

There was no rush, no pressure in his words. Just like he's always been, he is just assuring me, accepting me the way I was, and most of all, staying by my side.

But even now, a part of me was still learning how to be comfortable in this space, to let myself be vulnerable with him. To just stay by side and stop worrying about the uncertainty of our life, of our future.

After splashing some cool water on my face, I reached for my clothes, only to pause. I had accidentally grabbed shorts.

Should I wear them in front of him? What will he think about me? Will he think about me, as someone trying to grab his attention?

Why am I even overthinking this, again? I should just stop.

You don't need to be embarrassed.

A small smile tugged at my lips, remembering his words. He always knew how to put me at ease without even making me think otherwise.

It's just shorts, Miraya. Just shorts.

I chanted the words repeatedly to myself.

I slipped on the loose shorts and a loose t-shirt, feeling the soft fabric brush against my skin. These for sure are more expensive. But, this feels comfortable, just like old days when I used to live alone in my apartment.