Page 88 of Insta Bride

As we came down from our high, I still pressed against her, not wanting even air to come between us.

Fuck, she was everything.

I was nothing.

I was nothing without her.

“Kye?” She clasped my hands in hers, pressing my hands to her belly. All I could think was that one of these days, her belly would bulge with a baby I’d put there. I never thought about becoming a father, until I’d met my wife. Now, I’d found myself researching how long couples should be together or married before having a baby.

“Kye,” she said again.

“Yes?”

I kissed the soft curve of her neck, wondering if Elena would agree to have a tattoo of my lips on her shoulder? I liked the idea of always being with her. That she’d know I’d always have her back.

“I really need to go to work,” she moaned even though her ass wriggled it’s denial.

“And?”

“And, I’m feeling sick.”

“Is this a I need to stay in bed with my husband, kind of sick? Or is it a we need to get you to hospital sick?”

She twisted around to catch my lips with hers. “Kye, you’re making me say, yes, to things I would never say yes to.”

“Just remember, yes, is the word.”

Friends Don’t Lie

Did One Australian Love Story Just End?

Four months into their six-month marriage challenge, and cracks have become canyons for Kye and Elena. They might be content to live a lie, but sources tell me Elena’s friends are begging her to leave.

They say marry in haste, repent in leisure. Unfortunately, it seems that Kye Branson is eager to get his repenting over with so he can go back to what he does best – one-night stands and hook-ups.

I only hope it’s not too late for Elena’s friends to stage a love-struck intervention.

This is Danielle Stone from Wake Up Australia

Kye

We watched the interviews together, curled up on the lounge with Elena’s favorite nachos in a bowl on the glass coffee table. I never used to eat on the lounge—before Elena.

Hell, I rarely ate or watched TV—before Elena.

We’d both clocked off work early. While I proofread a tender for a new client, Elena dished up her nachos that should become world famous.

Double the guacamole, half the cheese with a chilli beef that could strip paint.

Cooking chilli had become a competition sport between us.

Yes, I loved my chilli, but Elena? Man, she could go hotter than most of my friends. Which, they all took great pleasure in talking about in their interviews.

All my friends loved Elena.

They thought I had been well and truly pussy-whipped.

They’d never thought they’d see me in love. Now they had. Friend after friend told the world it was my best look.

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