Page 35 of Embrace

“Great idea.”

When we entered the hotel, Blaze took his shower first. While he was in the shower, I took my wig off and undid the cornrows. I wanted to let my hair and scalp breathe after the amount of sweat that accumulated during our adventure today. I was grateful we’d gotten new bed linen and towels. Blaze emerged from the bathroom with his towel hanging loosely from his hips.

“It better still be some hot water when I take my shower,” I warned. I stood up and placed my wig on the handle of the closet door. I grabbed my towels, shampoo, conditioner, and detangle brush.

“You should be good. I had it on cold for the majority of the shower.”

“You were hot and bothered on something?” I asked.

“Nah. A nigga like cold showers to wake me up sometimes. I finished with a regular hot temperature.”

“You know I like my showers equivalent to hell.”

“Yeah, I know.” He shook his head and searched through his suitcase for underwear and socks.

“If you’re still up when I’m out of the shower, can you help me moisturize my hair?” I asked in a soft tone while batting my lashes.

“Sure, anything for my wife.”

I giggled. “I know that’s right! You’re a good man, Blaze!”

“Hurry up, though. I can feel sleep knocking on my door.”

“Yes, sir.”

I left the room and hopped into the shower. I washed my hair, detangled it, and scrubbed my body thoroughly. During the extensive shower session, my mind began to drift.

The last four days with Blaze had been nothing short of perfect. Every day brought us closer together. We’d learned so much more about each other that I hadn’t even considered during our long friendship. Despite how great the last four days had been, a nagging feeling continued to pester me in the back of my mind. How would our lives mesh when we returned home. How would we fit together? How would we find a routine as a married couple?

Would the bond we’d strengthened during the honeymoon be able to withstand the storms ahead?

After my shower, I wrapped my towel around my body and another around my hair. I walked out into the main room to see Blaze laying on the bed, looking irresistibly sexy. Since I’d gotten a taste, I’d quickly become addicted to him.

“You were in there for damn near an hour,” he complained.

I rolled my eyes. “Detangling and washing my hair are a long task. Not to mention I had to scrub the hell out of my body. It took about three full washes before I felt clean.”

The ruins and caves did a number on my nerves. The dusty, rusty, dirty environment was beautiful but made me feel filthy after exploring.

“C’mon. I’m getting sleepy, so I wanna take a nap before dinner.”

He smacked his lips. “Damn, you’re right. I did say I would help you.”

“You can just part the sections and I’ll do the rest.”

“Compromise. I like you.”

I laughed. “I don’t like you.”

“That’s all right. You love me, and that beats everything else.”

“You’re right.”

He slid out of the bed and walked over to me. He slapped my ass and pecked my lips. I wouldn’t admit it, but every time Blaze kissed me, my heart skipped a beat.

“Damn,” I groaned as I stretched.

My joints and muscles ached as if I’d done a full-body workout. I guess in a sense I had. Between constant great sex and fun excursions, my body had been worked in many ways.

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