Maria's POV:
Cold air swept the dark curls from my face and I groaned rubbing my eyes. My body was secured on two pillars. One under my neck and other under my thighs. I was feeling like floating. I opened my eyes and the first thing my stare landed on, was him.
The sky over him was sliding and the skyscrapers were walking in Up and down movement. Is it even possible.?
It is you that is moving, i***t.
My handsome husband is carrying me. Looking at him from his arms is quite a sight. His gaze was fixed on something but my orbs were concentrated on him. His sharp jaw was complemented by the perfectly trimmed mat of hair. He is so handsome. And he is my husband. The sound of this feels so good.
I rubbed my eyes, yawning.
"Where are you carrying me, Mr. Husband?" I asked him rubbing my g
