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.”
were you
“You.”
“Mel”
“Hm.” He nodded.
“What about me?”
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Chapter 32
you were
doesn’t sound very
He pauses, and then
“What does it mean?”
for me and him to
pass under yet another bridge. “If this is our honeymoon,
last night.”
wide eyes, eyes flickering to the driver of the
you. You scream my name. You’re my wife. Everyone can
that.”
every passing word, my eyes widened as
doesn’t understand English. Why do you think we were talking
I breathed in relief.
eyes shone. “Maybe I didn’t do a good job last night if you’re walking
remembering how I had to ditch my heels for
you a warm bath before I f*ck you then. The Same naughtiness glinted in his eyes
I don’t want to
I shut my thighs further under my skirt as an arousal pulses through them. I took it
That That
I’ve ever been. He looked like he was about
the voice in me to reply. “And-
it
when will we
breath I didn’t realise I was holding. “When
was that narrow. I assumed it was only made for pedestrians to cross from one side
first day I had watched couples walk, except we
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