A Little Bit Married

Zips before Belts

I stopped for a long minute, my chest slightly heaving. I couldn't help the pang of jealousy that rose up in my chest and the anger that filled me.

Ten minutes before this, I didn't think I was capable of an anger so violent, but at this point, all I wanted to do was rip off her head and watch the blood drip off...

"Angeline?"

I turned to Gray, and my eyes fell on his sincere eyes and the blood that was dripping off his finger. I immediately pushed all thoughts of Samantha away and turned to him.

"I am sorry. I will grab the box."

"Are you okay?" He asked, holding my hand back with his other hand, his eyes boring through mine.

I closed my eyes and nodded. "I was just startled seeing the blood."

He didn't look like he believed me, but he simply nodded and let me go. I walked away and grabbed a few things from the first aid box, and by the time I came back, he had already cleaned the blood using a discarded robe.

"You stained that robe."

"I didn't want to startle you again. The robe will be discarded."

I nodded, then slowly cleaned it up with the cotton wool I had gotten, applied balm, and then put on a bandaid to cover it.

"All done," I whispered, and he smiled, his eyes meeting mine.

"Thank you."

I nodded. "What were you doing?"

"I got a bit distracted trying to fix my belt."

Seeing him get a little clumsy, something that was a sharp contrast to his normally pristine self made me smile. I leaned and picked up the belt, then slowly looked up to him.

"Aren't you lucky you have a wife, then?"

He chuckled. "I can do it, Angeline. I was just startled."

"I insist," I said, leaning to his waist.

I could hear him suck in a sharp breath, and I tried as best as I could to appear as neutral as possible. I pushed the belt into the first belt hole, then adjusted the edge and started to move it around his waist. I went around with the belt till I was right in front of him again.

I was hyper aware just how close this was, and it was a rather crazy idea to my senses that I have still not gotten used to being this close to him after doing it at least a couple hundred times.

I could feel his breath on my hairline, down to the tops of my face, and I could tell he was looking down at me as I struggled to buckle him up.

His heartbeat was loud and rapid, much like mine, to he honest, and I let out a sigh of relief when ai finally opened the clasps.

"My dad taught me to always zip up before the belt," he said suddenly, his voice low and raspy. I knew what that change in his voice meant, and without even looking at his eyes, I knew what I would see in them. "I don't think he knew what he was saying."

I broke into a small laugh, then looked up. I was right about the darkness in his eyes, but he still had a small mischievous smile that made him look even better, and I couldn't help my blush.

"Aren't you a p*****t?"

"I don't think so. I am just a lucky man with a wife."

"Using my own words against me, eh?"

"Is it truly against you, though?" He asked, taking a step further. I didn't move, his body heat flaring me up, my heart beating wildly in my chest. "You are looking really malleable right now."

"Stop, Gray. We have somewhere we need to be."

He chuckled. "Fine. I'll stop."

He took a step back, and I finished up with the buckle, then looked up to him again. He was done with his shirt, and I grabbed his jacket and helped him with it. It was a double-breasted black jacket that brought the thrill to my red dress, and I couldn't help but smile as I fixed his buttons.

I took a step back, taking him in. He looked ready to pop off to a high-end studio and model for the most expensive brands in the world.

"That's my husband," I said, chuckling as I helped fix a few loose strands in his hair.

He smiled, an extremely proud expression in his eyes, and his stance got even bolder. "You can say that again."

I laughed, pushing myself up on my toes to cup his cheeks and gently press them together. "You are my husband, Gray. Mine."

"Yours," he echoed, his eyes holding mine. "Proudly."

I smiled, then leaned away. He gently pushed my hair back, his eyes watching me like I was some rare breed of his favourite pet. Like Inwas the most important human to him. I hoped I was because he sure as hell was.

"Would they ask us how we met?" I asked, my brows furrowing.

He shrugged. "Most probably. Why?"

"We can't tell them I helped Samantha run."

"I do know what we can tell them, however."

My brows shot up. "What is that?"

His hands gently rested on either side of my waist, and he leaned closer. "We could tell them you watched me get left at the altar, and you seduced me at the back."

"Hey!"

"Makes for a good story."

"Why am I the one doing the seducing? You wanted to marry me!"

He laughed. "Fine. Here is another one."

I braced myself for it as he leaned closer again, his chin resting on my shoulder.

"I made it a hobby to watch the little innocent woman whose boyfriend was cheating on, and when I saw her at my wedding, I decided to marry her and then seduce her later."

I rolled my eyes. "That is extremely close to the truth."

"If it isn't the truth, Angeline. I can't be jailed for seducing my wife, can I?"

I laughed as he leaned to kiss my neck and shoulders, his hands moving from my waist to wrap around me and press me up on him.

It was tight, it was suffocating, it was the best feeling in the entire world.