Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 108

Chapter 108– Lavender Water & Promises

He carried her up the final flight of stairs to the master bedroom.

Their bedroom.

Miexha peeked over his shoulder as they entered.

It was massive.

Soft white linens draped the high ceiling like clouds. The walls shimmered pale gold with pastel blue accents. Family photos filled the room—her and Jayson with children, with Asha, with friends she didn't recognize. Selfies of her in a messy bun, Jayson flipping pancakes beside her. Pure happiness.

The balcony looked bigger than her childhood bedroom.

And the bed was enormous.

"I... this is... wow," she whispered.

Jayson smiled. "Welcome home."

He gently laid her on the bed and fluffed the pillows behind her.

"After we bathe, sleep," he said casually. "You're sticky with sweat."

Her heart panicked.

"B-Bathe?" she squeaked. "Together?"

He raised a brow. "Yes, my dear wifey."

Her face went crimson.

He disappeared into the walk-in closet and returned with a soft robe and towel—but that wasn't what short-circuited her brain.

Jayson was also in a robe now.

Loosely tied.

Chest fully visible—tanned, muscled. His abs were more than abs. They were... biblical.

Miexha turned away, face on fire. "WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!"

Jayson laughed, amused. "This? You've seen me naked a hundred times."

She squeaked and buried her face in a pillow.

"We're married, remember?" he teased.

"I remember Algebra!" she shouted into the pillow. "Not your abs!"

That only made him laugh harder.

"You always forget," he said, brushing her hair from her face. "And every time, it's like our first night again."

He leaned closer. "But when you do remember? Hoo boy. You're wild."

She blinked. "Wild?"

He wiggled his eyebrows.

Her brain froze.

Wild? Like... untrained stallion? Jungle cat?

Before she could finish the metaphor, he scooped her up again. "Come on, before you faint from embarrassment. I'm not letting you sleep sticky."

"Wait—Jayson—!"

Too late.

He carried her into the bathroom. It was basically a private spa. Marble-tiled. Massive tub already filled with warm, floral-scented water.

He gently set her down in the bath.

And then— He dropped his robe.

Miexha's brain crashed like a system error.

Muscles. Big. Long. Hard.

She slapped both hands over her eyes. "OH MY—!! THAT'S INSANE! I'M A TEENAGER!"

Jayson laughed. "You're thirty-seven, Miexha."

"I'M A MINOR INSIDE!"

He waded into the water, completely unbothered.