Chapter 32
While getting dressed the next morning, my eyes remained plastered on the marks all over my chest, some redder than
others.
Gabriel had, in every sense, marked me.
And I didn’t mind that. Not one bit. Even though they hurt and the material of the satin shirt I had chosen to wear itched them. Thankfully, Gabriel hadn’t left any marks over my neck or the visible part of my chest.
That day, we left the hotel to ride the gondola. The sun was well hidden behind an intense cloud cover and the colour of the sky was a pastel blue interspersed with different shades of yellow even though it was noon.
My husband sat on the opposite end of the gondola, talking to the middle aged man rowing it which surprised me, because Gabriel wasn’t one to talk at all. Not even to people who knew him, and much less to strangers. But they talked in hushed voices as if to intentionally keep it out of my hearing range- which didn’t make much sense since they were already talking in a language I didn’t understand, and that would’ve offended me if I wasn’t so fascinated by the bridges we passed under, the flowers growing on the edges, the buildings to the side with windows through which we could peak inside, different people loving different lives- and old couple watching television, kids playing what seemed like hide and seek, young people bickering, a group of friends drinking and chattering, and even two people in the midst of a steamy kiss.
“You like it, Freckles?” Gabriel cut into my little reverie and I realised the conversation he was holding was over. The man had gone back to rowing his boat while Gabriel stared at me.
“I love it,” I reply. “What were the two of you talking about?”
“You’re jealous now if I talk to old men too?”
I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Couldn’t you hear it?”
I scowled. “I don’t talk whatever language the two of you were talking in.”
Gabriel smiled, amused. “It was Bulgarian.”
“You’re lying.”
“Why would I?”
“You speak Bulgarian?”
“I speak five languages, Freckles.”
My lips parted. “Really?”
“I don’t lie.”
you talking
“You.”
“Mel”
“Hm.” He nodded.
“What about me?”
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Chapter 32
said you
“That doesn’t sound very
is He pauses, and
“What does it mean?”
for me and him to
bridge. “If this is our honeymoon, you aren’t doing too great a
that last
Gabriel with wide eyes, eyes flickering to the driver of the
you. You
that.”
eyes
just rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t understand English.
I breathed in relief.
a good job last night if you’re walking just
at him, remembering how I
warm bath before I f*ck you then.
don’t want to be
my thighs further under my skirt as an arousal pulses through them.
That That was
looked like
had no idea how I found the voice in me
decide it after we try
when will we try
He says, and I release a breath I didn’t realise
vehicle would drive on, because it was that narrow. I assumed it was only made for pedestrians to
side by side like the first day I had watched couples walk, except we
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