Under The Bridge(Chresanto August)

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After landing from an hour long flight, Chres and I get our belongings and get a cab from the airport to the hotel.

"Are you tired, baby?" Chres asks, wrapping his arms around me as we drive to the hotel.

"Yes." I pout.

"How does a nice bath and a massage before bed sound?" He asks.

"Amazing." I sigh happily.

"Then we can do that." He promises, kissing my head.

"Thank you." I smile, looking up at him. "Gimme kisses, baby."

He kisses my lips a few times, making me smile wider.

We make it to the hotel, which was right on the ocean front, at about eleven-thirty.

We get to our room, which Shay reserved.

It had the most beautiful view. It was on the top floor, right on the ocean. It was a very big room.

The hotel even put some champagne in the room. They must not be aware that we aren't twenty-one.

Neither of us drink, so it'll probably go to waste, but it was still a nice gesture.

"I'm gonna start your bath." Chres pecks my lips, walking towards the bathroom.

I smile, watching my husband disappear into the bathroom.

I open my suitcase, getting some clothes for the night and the robe that Shay insisted I bring.

I get Chres' clothes as well, and then head for the bathroom.

"Chres, are you going to get in with me?" I ask.

"If you want." He nods.

"I want." I smile.

"Well, the water is ready, so after you, my queen." He gestures for me to get in.

I smile nervously, realizing I'm about to undress in front of him.

We've showered together one time, but we barely looked at each other, out of respect.

Now we're married, so it's okay to look. I'm just a little nervous that he won't like what he sees.

"Do you want me to step out?" He asks, noticing my hesitation.

"No, no." I tell him. "Its fine."

I move from the sink, removing my shirt. Chres removes his as well.

We both remove all of our clothing before stepping into the water. Chres sits behind me, letting me lean back into his chest.

He wraps his arms around me, his hands resting in my lap.

"I love you, wife." He smiles.

"I love you, husband."

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Waking up the next morning, I smile, stretching my arms out.

I yawn, rolling over to lay on Chres' bare chest.

I place a few kisses on his chest, making my way up to his lips.

"Chres, wake up, baby." I rub his cheeks with my thumb.

He stirs in his sleep, wrapping his arms around me. "Mm." He mumbles.

"Chres, come on. I'm hungry." I pout.