Best Mistake

MISTAKE 27

I was shocked and wasn't able to respond directly, I'm waiting for him to pull away from the kiss but... he did not stop but instead he deepen our kiss, making me close my eyes and feel his heat close to mine.

No one from the both of us dared to stop our kiss. I wanted more of his kisses. I love the feel of his lips brushing against mine.

We continued kissing each other as if our life depended on it. I gave him a full access of my mouth as we both explored each other through our kisses.

My heart wanted to burst in so much happiness and contentment. I felt so loved through his kisses.

He held on to me so gentle and lightly as if I would break if he wouldn't hold me gently. This moment sprung up the hope that I'm beginning to loose.

Our kiss deepened even more but the moment quickly seized when Marco suddenly bit my lower lip.

"Ouch!" I tasted that metallic flavor coming from my lower lip and I knew it was blood.

We were both catching our breath after that hot and fiery kiss. No one dared speak after it until his gaze went on my lips.

Marco looked at me with guilt in his eyes as he saw blood coming out from my wounded lip.

"I-I'm sorry..." he said with utmost sincerity as he came near me and pulled the hem of his shirt bringing it to my lower lip wiping the blood away from my lips.

Once the hem of his shirt touched my lower lip, I suddenly wished it was his lips brushing against mine... wiping and easing away the pain and the bloodstain.

I was looking at him as he was on full concentration on wiping my lips gently trying not to hurt me. This is Marco in flesh, his gestures showing me that he cared for me.

A small smile flew on my wounded lips.

"Can we give this marriage a chance Marco?" I suddenly burst those words out. I didn't tend to, it was supposedly just exclusively for my own thoughts!

Way to go Sydelle, you've just proven how careless you are. Slow clap peeps.

I've seen how he shook his head as if telling me that it would never happened. He pulled away inches from me and sighed.

"You know the answer to that question Elle." He said with finality in his voice and he stood up and entered our room.

Yes I knew the answer to my own question. I perfectly know how much pain I'm engaging myself into.

I feel helpless. I regret why those words did ever came out from my mouth. Then and there Marco, my husband, broke my heart once again.

I wanted to cry, I wanted him to kiss away the pain that I'm feeling. But I know he wouldn't mind at all.

It was always this way.

My lips were already shaking. I couldn't feel the pain coming from my wounded lips, the pain in my heart had surpassed the physical pain from my wounded lip.

I am his wife in papers...

But I will never be the one who owns his heart...

I feel tired...