My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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Iman Harriott ~

We arrived back home, rather exhausted as the hiking date had come to an end. We had taken pictures, silly ones actually, but at least they'll be precious to look at in the future. Also, we don't have a lot of pictures of us together. This makes it even more special.

I started taking my boots off, Alistair doing the same as he was also exhausted "Iman I was thinking..." I started making my way up the stairs, turning my head a little to get his attention

"Let's not go out tonight" I breathed out in an exasperated tone

"I like when we agree on things..." Alistair said

"I do feel a little bit bad, you know you planned this whole day for us and the restaurant would've been lovely...but I'm just so damn tired..." I expressed and without even sensing so, Alistair used his strength to pick me up bridal style

"Aren't you not tired?" I asked him with an amused look on my face

"No- never for you I'm not" Alistair answered proudly, sharing a moment of sheer happiness and love with each step he took on the stairs

"I remember that night when we were 18 and you stayed over at my accommodation, you lifted me into your arms into the bathroom, begging you to take me down but I lowkey didn't want you to..." I reminded Alistair fondly of the best parts of our short-lived romance

"I remember...and that's why I never listened to you and still had you in my arms..." Alistair briefly stopped on the stairs, my arms around his neck becoming steady as he brought his face close to mine to peck me on my lips

I was yearning for his lips. I didn't want to pull away and he didn't too. It felt as if I was kissing my husband away to go off to war. The soft touch of his pink lips that melted upon my lips like chocolate on a hot day. There was passion and heat, yet with a hint of sweetness to the pecks we shared.

Alistair spoke between the kisses "...I want to always share these moments with you..." our lips brushing against each other, breathing and debating if we should kiss again

Eventually, we ended up pulling away, as he continued to reach the top of the stairs. I took his hand within mine, guiding him towards my bathroom.

We stripped off our sweaty hiking gear, until we were left standing in nothing but pure flesh. We watched one another take off our clothing, in pure silence. Although I couldn't read Alistair's expression on his face. It wasn't giving lust or eagerness.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked him, taking my shorts off

"Am I not allowed to admire my future wife..." The words 'wife' left his lips, leaving me dumbfounded for a moment

A small smirk appeared on my lips. A smirk of bashfulness, feeling my cheeks starting to hurt due to the failed smile I tried to hide "Okay future husband..." I cocked a brow, matching his confidence

"Hmm...I like the sound of that" Alistair groaned in appreciation, taking the last of his clothing off

"Of course you do, but don't get it twisted my name will be hyphenated" I made clear

"Yes ma'am" Alistair saluted in agreement, causing me to laugh at his cute gesture

But for real though, I didn't work this damn hard just to be Iman Denise Ryle...even though it has a nice ring to it.

It will be Iman Denise Harriott- Ryle thank you!

We went into the shower together, as we carefully washed each other off from today's activity. It was silent, yet intimidating. The heat between us was hotter than the water that was coming out of the shower head. Our eyes burning with passion, watching the soap drip down our bodies, as we cleaned ourselves as if we were fragile items.