Page 74 of Broken Beauty
Right now, we are parked in front of a familiar bookstore.
After I got Ariella out of the bath, we stayed in bed for the whole day and then I took her to get some food.
“We haven't been here in a while.” I say before taking my helmet off and rest it on the handle.
“I have.”
“I mean together.” I narrow my eyes at her and her cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “Come on.” I grab Ariella’s waist and she yelps when I get her off the motorcycle.
I take the helmet off of her and she smiles up at me as I fix her hair.
God she is beautiful.
I wish I didn’t fuck things up with her constantly.
I rest her helmet on the handle and grab her hand, pulling her away from the bike.
Last time I was here I bought Ariella so many books she couldn't even hold all of them. She got pissed off at me for spending all of my money but I did it because I knew it would make her happy. She loves books and books make her happy. Seeing her happy makes me happy.
I remember the first time I came in. It was weird how my eyes went straight towards Ariella's when I walked inside the shop. Of course, she caught my eye because of the way she looked at me.
I unlock the door and Ariella furrows her eyebrows at me. “How do you have the key?”
“Lo. He gave it to me a few days ago.”
“Why do you have it?”
“Because I want to show you something.” I open the door and walk inside with her.
It's dark in here but the moonlight that shines through the window doesn't make it pitch black. I pull her towards the back of the bookstore, where her favorite section is.
I already bought all of the books she wants but I just wanted to bring her here for some peace.
“Why did you bring me here?”
“Why are you asking so many questions?” I look down at her and smirk.
“Because this whole day you've been acting weird.”
“Weird how?”
“Nice.”
“I'm not allowed to be nice?” I raise my eyebrow at her.
“No, but you're not usually this nice,” she states.
“Because you don't like it when I'm nice.”
Ariella blushes. “I'm not used to you being nice. If you were nicer then I wouldn't be acting weird.”
I put my free hand on her cheek and my thumb caresses her lips, feeling her plump, smooth lips.
“You have such a smart mouth,” I whisper. “Do I need to fuck your mouth so that you understand how to act with me?”
“You like my smart mouth.” She smirks and tilts her head slightly while looking up at me.
“Ariella,” I warn.
