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"Go to hell, you're not my husband." I answered in between chuckle.
His eyebrows scrunched as he loosened his grip onto my hands a bit. However, the hypnotic sapphire gaze never left my eyes.
He tilted his head to the side a bit with a weird looking expression written on that pretty face.
"Kiss me." He flinched but I cut off his action by continuing my words. "This ain't real, kiss me." He hesitated at first but proceed to leaned towards me.
Our lips touched then he started to morphed the kisses and I followed his motion. After a few hot seconds, he pulled his face away from me. Little did I know, my face leaned forward unconsciously seeking the touch that left my lips a few moments ago but I managed to pulled it back.
"Woah, this dream feels real as fuck." I said in an amusing tone. A smile crept onto my face and I smirk upon the scene in front of me.
Few seconds later, his grip left my wrists and my hands forcefully fell down from on top of my head to each of my side. I let out a 'tch' and scoff as I pushed him aside. I can feel his eyes following my figure as I moved away from the kitchen.
"I've sinned too much to deserve such beautiful husband as mine."