Your Interest At Heart

Chapter 20: The Honeymoon

"What?" I heard him, but didn't know what he meant.

"I don't know what to expect either." He explained. Although it was dark, we could both still see.

"Okay." I acknowledged, glancing his way.

"Can we give it a go?" Samuel asked, stuttering a small bit.

"O–okay." I said again, not really knowing how to respond.

"How does this even start?" He murmured, possibly talking to himself. Suddenly, he pushed his face against mine, disoriented from the dark. Instead of our lips connecting, which would have been preferable to what actually happened. His head slammed against mine.

"Ow!" He yelped, scooting back to his spot. I rubbed my forehead and let out a laugh.

"Graceful." I commented.

"It's dark!" Samuel protested. I rolled eyes and moved closer to him. When I did, I gently kissed him, this time not smacking our heads together. His hand wove through my auburn hair.

"That's not fair." My husband grinned, kissing me.

(I'm gonna say this ONE LAST TIME [probably not the last time, it'll soon become a past time] I have no idea what I'm writing. Just improvising.)

I turned my face a slight bit, and when I did, Samuel trailed kisses down my jawline and to my neck. For some reason, this sent a shiver through me.

"I'm sorry!" He paused. "I'll stop if you need me to, just tell me, and I swear I will."

I just shook my head. What am I supposed to say? Samuel nodded, carefully resuming. I ran my hand up his back, and he froze.

"What's wrong?" I asked, putting a bit of distance between us.

"Nothing." He shook his head. "It just caught me off guard, is all."

For another half-hour, we awkwardly tried to complete the task at hand. Eventually we decided that we had absolutely no idea what we were doing.

The next morning, I woke up before him. He was sprawled out across the bed, whereas I used just a small space. An amused smile turned the corners of my lips as I went to change into a dark green dress. He was still asleep when I got back.

Not an early bird, I guess.

I spent time attempting to fix breakfast. While I was doing this, I heard ruckus coming from our room. I went back upstairs feverently to check it out.

I walking in to find Samuel sitting on the floor, looking around wildly.

"What happened?" I asked, sitting beside him. He made immediate eye contact with me, taking a deep breath.

"I thought you left." He told me.

"Why would I leave?" I cocked my head. "There's not any way to leave, either."

"I don't know." He shook his head. "Just thought that you decided that you could do better."

"I can't." I told him. It's true. Angelica and Eliza were always the ones being chased by the men.

"But you can." Samuel pressed. "You found me after being shot down by a clan of men."

"You're friends with them now." I reminded him. His hair was sticking everywhere after sleep.

"But still." Samuel shrugged.

"I'm not going to leave." I promised. "Unless you commit adultery, then I think Father would kill you."

"I would never!" His brown eyes widened.

"I know!" I grinned. He doesn't seem to be the type to cheat, but you never know.

"So, you won't leave?" He looked at me hopefully.

"Of course not." I shook my hand. I then stood up and held my hand out to him to help him up. He took it, but didn't let me help him. He held my hand and stood up without even using me for support.