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“Because he’s going to help us plan for our honeymoon.”

I scrunch my nose again. “Our honeymoon? I thought?—”

“You thought we weren’t going on one?” he asks in horror. “Neve, the wedding was crazy - rushed - and I have some things I need to close off at work before we can leave, but I am definitely taking you on a honeymoon. An adventure of your dreams. I thought we should go to Peru and because it’s almost October, we can time our trip so that we are in Mexico right during the Dia De Los Meurtosfestival.”

“Day of the dead.” I whisper. “That festival has always been something I wanted to see.” For a second I’m fighting tears. This is all so overwhelming.

“I want to see that festival too - but only with you, my angel.” He says, his lips brushing against my cheek. I turn in his arms and lift my face towards his. I pull him close and kiss him.

This is the first time I have initiated a kiss.

My heart screams with wild excitement and his cock goes hard.

I giggle, because I am too happy to hold it inside me.

He steps away from me, chucking and shaking his head.

“You will be the death of me, Neve.” He laughs. “Let’s eat before everything gets cold and after that I will do things to you that you can’t even dream of.” His eyes are dark and full of promise.

We both sit on the floor at the low coffee table and eat straight out of the boxes as we talked about the different things we want to see when we travel. It’s not only Mexico we talk about. It’s Asia too -Cambodia and Vietnam - the gorgeous temples there and the lost jungle paths. Again, I can’t stop smiling because I’ve never found someone who was as excited about these things as I am.

Why does he have to be so perfect?

CHAPTER TWENTY

Celso

It’s been two weeks since our wedding and my life has never been more perfect.

Neve is everything I’ve ever wanted - and more. She is so much more.

Her smile lights my heart on fire. Her laughter sets my entire body alight.

I hate being away from her, and when I do have to leave I rush home, excited to see her again.

I couldn’t imagine my life being better than it is right now, but despite that - it seems to get better each day she opens up to me a little more.

She is waiting for it all to fall apart. I don’t understand why she would think that, but I guess shedoes not know how hard I fought to get her. How many years I’ve waited to have her by my side. She’s here now, she belongs to me and I will never, ever let her go.

“Are you ready?” I ask, waking into the bedroom. Neve is doing the final touches to her hair, pulling a few strands free for her mess bun so that they can curl around her face. I lean against the doorframe and watch her. I love to watch her. Those tight jeans hug her ass and hips in the sexiest way and her little crop tops shows off the right amount of skin to tease me.

She is wearing her leather boots, the caramel ones. The sweet tone of them matches her light hair.

“Are you breaking those boots in for our honeymoon?” I grin.

“It’s so hard to get dressed when you don’t tell me where we’re going. I chose this.” She waves her hands over her body. “But what if you’re planning on taking me to a five-star restaurant and I look like a homeless person when I walk in there?—”

She scrunches her nose at me. I love it whenshe does that.

“My love, you look like Miss Universe no matter what you wear. And I don’t know how many times I have to tell you - you should wear whatever you are in the mood to wear no matter where we’re going.”

“Well - I was in the mood to break my boots in a little so they are more comfy when we hike through the wild jungles of Peru.”

I push myself off the doorframe and walk over to her. “And Cambodia.” I grin, kissing her. I let my hand run down her back and over her ass. Squeezing her cheeks I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I kiss my wife in the way she deserves to be kissed. I kiss her to let her know how beautiful she is and that I would do anything for her.

When I set her down again her cheeks are rosy and pink, and her lips are plumper than they were before. She smiles and narrows her eyes at me. “Where are we going?” She asks, reaching up and brushing her fingers over my jaw. Her tender, quiet touch makes me want to throw her onto the bed and cancel all our plans. It makes my heart overheat and my body alive with desire.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

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