MARRIED ACCIDENTALLY

CHAPTER 64

Ann’s POV

The moment I open my eyes, I feel his touch before I can see him lying next to me with his arms on his jaws, staring at me like a piece of mannequin.

My mind reels back to the event of this morning, and I figured his confession wasn't a dream after all.

I glance around to see we are at the penthouse, not the mansion.

My gaze shifts to the wall clock, and I see that it is 6 p.m. already.
I slept for long.

So much for crying too much.
I couldn't believe what he said.

That was what I wanted, but it was hard for me just to believe it when he suddenly blurted it out until I saw his face.

His eyes spoke volumes of words.
I already know Vicente to be a man of little words. But his actions will tell what he feels.

He has a smile on his face, but he looks extremely tired.

His arm is still in bandage.

I am about to ask if he is ok when he lets go of his arm on his jaws and brushes it over my hair.

Emotion spirals over me, and I shut my eyes.

His fingers trace my face, and I clench my fist to stop myself from grabbing him and kissing him like my life depends on it.

I have waited for this day.

The day he will tell me what I want to hear. The day I will open up to him about my feelings. The day that will change everything between us.

“Do you feel better now?” His voice sounds so different to me, so thick and cool.

With a lump stuck in my throat, I nod.

His fingers continue to brush my hair, and I finally ask. “When did I sleep off? And why are we here?”

“The penthouse was closer and you wouldn't stop crying so I decided to bring you here. But you slept off before we got here.” He explains, and I bite my lower lip in regret.

It wasn't my fault.

I waited. And things were happening too fast.

I search his eyes, only to see the man I have allowed myself to fall head over heels in love with despite my resolve not to fall for Vince after Ryan’s heartbreak.

He stands up suddenly. “Let me make you something to eat.”

I watch him walk to the kitchen, roll off his shirt, and get to work like he did the other day.

But I have no appetite. I just want to lay in bed with him and talk.

“Vince?” I find myself calling him, barely in his whispers.

He looks up but strides back to the bed before I can motion for him to come closer. “Do you want something? Are you okay?”

Vicente has no idea what that word makes me feel like. Anytime he asks me if I am ok, it makes me love him more and more that it hurts.

I shut my eyes, and he is inches from my face when I open it.

Without thinking, I ask. “Can I kiss you?”

He doesn't say a word. He doesn't nod his head in the affirmative either, and I bite my lips again with regret.

Suddenly, his fingers grab a hold of my jaw, turning it towards him as he takes my lips.

At first, it was slow and sweet. But then it becomes urgent with each taste of his lips and exploring of his mouth.

In between the kiss, I hear him whisper. “I love you, Ann.”