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 talking
“You.”
“Mel”
“Hm.” He nodded.
“What about me?”
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Chapter 32
you were
“That doesn’t sound
is He pauses, and then
“What does it mean?”
me and him to
pass under yet another bridge. “If this is our honeymoon, you aren’t doing too
last night.” Gabriel inches closer to
with wide eyes, eyes flickering to the driver of the
f*ck you. You scream my name. You’re my
that.”
passing word, my eyes widened as
his eyes. “He doesn’t understand English. Why do you think we
I breathed in relief.
didn’t do a good job last
great difficulty: 1 glare at him, remembering how I had
run you a warm bath before I f*ck you then.
I don’t want to be
gives it. His eyes flicker downwards, and I shut my thighs further under my skirt as an arousal pulses through them. I
gulp. That
was the most vanilla I’ve ever been. He looked like he was about to roll
how I found the voice in me to reply. “And- And what if
decide it after we try
will
He says, and I release a breath I didn’t realise
we walked on one of the narrow bridges, one I couldn’t imagine any vehicle would drive on, because it was that narrow. I assumed it was only made for pedestrians to cross from one side that was
side by side like the first day I had watched couples walk, except we
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