Blind Love

Chapter 5 • Midnight Snack

Even though this isn't exactly how I expected our honeymoon to start; Harry taking me in such a carnal way bent over the bed, no romance, just the heat of the moment, I'm still smiling because it was perfect. Knowing that we'll have the rest of the week to take our time makes it even better.

After finally getting out of my gown with Harry's help, I'm dressed in my special wedding night lingerie that I absolutely adore. I examine my reflection in the mirror of the loo, nodding in satisfaction to myself. Since Harry's waiting for me in the bed, I hurry to make sure my hair is in place.

As I tuck away a stray strand of hair, a sudden wave of nausea hits me out of nowhere and I take a few seconds to breathe calmly. With my palms on the edge of the counter to hold myself up, I close my eyes and blow my breath out through my mouth. The feeling subsides and I reach over for the hotel's complimentary bottle of mouthwash.

After swishing the minty liquid around in my mouth, I spit into the sink and exhale a refreshing breath. I run my hand through my hair one more time before opening the door to the bedroom and I notice him sitting on the end of the bed.

"Hey," I quietly say to get his attention.

"Hey back," he grins in my direction as I walk over to him.

"The loo's free if you want to freshen up."

He nods in response and holds out his arms for me. A smile forms on my face as I step closer and rest my hands on his shoulders while his hands rest on my hips. I duck my head down, aiming my lips for his in a sweet kiss.

"Mm, you smell nice," he grins and I lean back, carding my hand through his hair. I look into his eyes; the same wandering, cloudy, beautiful eyes that I fell in love with nearly two years ago. "I'll uhm, get ready for bed, if you're ready."

"Yeah, I'm pretty tired, too. It's half past midnight now."

"But we get to sleep in," he says with a grin, making me smile.

"True. No alarms shall be set this week."

He laughs at my joke and tilts his head up towards me. I take it as a silent request for another kiss and I lean down to peck his lips.

"Alright, I'll be right back."

"Do you need me to guide you?"

"No need. You already gave me the grand tour and I've got my sight stick."

"You're never gonna let me live that one down, are you?"

"Nope. Not a chance. In fact, I'm thinking of submitting that title to the National Federation of the Blind. They might officially change the white cane's name."

"Yeah, that's a real possibility," I sarcastically say, making us laugh. "Alright, go get ready for bed and I'll be right here in our King size bed, waiting for you."

"Mm, I'll hurry," he says, reaching for his white cane that's next to him and I move out of the way so he can stand up.

I walk over to the side of the bed and pull the covers back to reveal the most pristine sheets I've ever seen. Since the bed is a tad high, I help pull myself up so I can crawl into my spot and I pull the covers over my legs. The amount of luxury we'll experience this week is well-worth what it costs.

The click of the door captures my attention and I watch Harry make his way over to the bed in just his boxer shorts.

"Which side are you on, love?"

"I'm on the left, but I can switch if you want me to."

"No need. I was just checking," he explains, feeling the edge of the bed with his hand as he walks around it.