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With the sun shining down us, his warmth enveloping me, and his heartbeat syncing with mine, I kiss him softly, adoringly. Pouring all the wonderful feelings he constantly evokes inside me.

Tilting my head, I kiss him deeper until our breaths mingle.

He threads his fingers in my hair, anchoring us together.

“You, Nova D’Cruz, make me the happiest I’ve ever been. I’m proud to be your wife.” I taste my tears as I whisper, “And you’re all mine.”

Chapter Sixty-eight

Rosalie

Why does time fly by fast in a blink when you don’t want it to?

It’s been a month of heavenly marital bliss.

A month of getting to know Nova in a different light to the last ten years. I love knowing there are little innocent and mundane things about him only I’m aware of and witness. It makes me feel closer to him. Connected on a deeper level.

He fills a part of my soul that I didn’t know was empty.

The corner that ached for a person to call her own.

My dogs adore him, just as smitten, and are always waiting for him at the front door sharp on time when he’s about to return from work. He doesn’t have to knock before they start barking nonstop. Nova still claims to not like them, yet every day he’s taking them twice for a walk. I had burst out laughing when one evening, I accidently saw him returning with Maggie in his arms because she refused to walk back.

Meanwhile Bunny, who never allowed anyone to touch him in the past—not even Bianca who was with me when I brought him home—never goes a day without playing or cuddling with Nova. He’s giving Fire competition on who is more obsessed with my husband.

However, none are as obsessed and addicted as I am.

During our honeymoon, we were inseparable but back home, our reality is a lot different but no less incredible. As promised, I haven’t had a single meal alone. Either he comes home or sends a car for me to meet him at his workplace.

Both of our professions keep us plenty busy that we have to take time out of our schedules. Especially since our working hours are completely upside down.

My favorite time to write is at night, into the wee hours of the morning. It’s when my imagination is at its peak and words flow easily. It ends the possibility of Nova staying awake until I return to bed. Because when I finally lay down, after a few hours he has to be up.

I always feel bad when I notice he’s stopped going to bed early. Instead, he keeps me company in the library or his office, working side by side. He doesn’t disturb me and quietly strokes my hair or caresses my legs.

Just when I catch him yawning or rubbing his eyes, I take a break and force him upstairs. He insists he’s not tired but one look at his handsome face and I get my answer.

Sometimes we fuck, especially on nights when penning a particular scene leaves me all hot and bothered. Half the time, we don’t make it to the bed before we’re tearing off each other’s clothes, our mouths roaming all over each other. My cries get swallowed by him when he enters me with one brutal thrust.

Often, I’m suspicious he acts to be sleepy on purpose just so I’ll give him attention.

I sure as hell have no complaints.

Especially on nights when we cuddle until he falls asleep and I sneak to the library after staring at his peaceful face for a few moments.

Being an author isn’t just about writing and finishing a story, there are a million other tasks—before and after a release—that are daunting and demands constant attention.

Nova never lets me feel as if my work is any less important than his.

He’s supportive and encouraging, even listens to me rant about characters that are being difficult. Then in the middle of a conversation, I would catch him nonchalantly slipping ideas in my head regarding the future of fictional Nova.

He’s made it his mission to make him live.

As if.

Also, my grand resolution of waking early only lasted for two mere days, making Nova smug as hell. I’m pretty sure I kicked him away when he tried to wake me.

So, when I do get the advantage of rising before him—a very rare opportunity—I make the most of it. Like waking him up with his hard cock in my mouth.

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