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My heart fills with all these emotions.
“Let’s go. There is more I want to show you.”
“A taste of how my life will be with you?”
“I like that. Fuck, I like that coming from your mouth.”
With his hand in my hair, he pulls my head back, coming in for a kiss that steals the breath from my lungs, my heart from my chest.
It’s a rush as we leave the hotel and climb into the back seat of the car. When we reach the airport, he grabs my hand and we step inside the jet.
“Where are we going?”
He sits down on the cream leather seat and, with his hands around my waist, he pushes me down on his lap. I lie in his arms, his head buried in the crook of my neck.
“Honeymoon.”
Excitement rounds my eyes. “What?”
“You didn’t have the best of weddings, to put it mildly.”
“Marrying you was all I wished for as a little girl. So stop already.”
But his eyes, searching mine for any sign of a lie, have my chest contracting. How can he say he’s a monster when all he does is make sure I am happy?
“But I’m giving you the best honeymoon.”
It’s kind of backward, but his intention was to protect me from my father, at first, and my priority was to escape. But with our time spent together, things changed.
I’ve become invested; he’s become more possessive. From the first moment he began to steal small pieces of my heart and make my body his. There was no escaping. And now, with him firmly holding both in his grip, I know I am going to stay.
Yes, we need to spend more time together. I’ll call them dates. Dates that should have happened in the beginning, but our love story is different. Now I’m talking about love. Can that even be possible? The flutter of my heart agrees as I catch the intensity behind his eyes.
I hug him and press my ear to his chest, loving the steady pump of his heart.
A few hours in the air, our kisses turn to need, but our moment is interrupted when the stewardess walks in with snacks.
“Tell me where we’re going,” I say, unable to contain my curiosity any longer.
“We’ll sail around the Mediterranean.”
My hand flies to my mouth, and I blink like crazy. Is he serious?
“One month, just you and me.”
One month. One month with him alone is the best present possible.
“Thank you.”
Kieran rests his palm on my cheek, his thumb caressing my skin. “Don’t thank me for wanting to take you to see places or spend time with you. I’m selfish, nothing more.” His eyebrows draw together and I place my hand on his.
“No, you’re not.”
“You’re…” He gulps, and potent emotions swim in his eyes as he trails off. Those eyes I found hard are now a mirror to his good heart. And those hands I imagined as torture devices are now a safety blanket.
My husband, the man I belong to. The only one I want to belong to.
Beautiful.
