THE FAY OF THE WEDDING
Ophelia’s eyes fluttered open as she turned to Cade sleeping beside her. She felt his hand that had been holding her head up all night. She snuggled into him and felt his hand pull her in closer.
“Are you awake?” she murmured, trying to look at his face from her position.
“No,” he drew out, and she laughed.
“You are asleep yet talking?” she said, and he tried to nod but was failing badly because of the pillow.
“I talk in my sleep,” he added, and she gave him a frown.
“Then sleep and talk some more. I want to go get myself a cup of tea,” she said, trying to stand up from the bed, but his hand on her wrist pulled her back, and she dropped to his chest.
“What are you doing?” she asked, propping herself up with her hand on his chest.
“I think you forgot something,” he said with a pout and his eyes closed.
She traced his pouted lips with her fingertip. “And what can that be?” she asked, feigning ignorance.
“I know that you very well know what I am talking about,” he murmured.
She felt the vibration of his lips as her hand remained on his lower lip. “I better go get tea to get my day started,” she said, trying to stand up from the bed.
He pulled her back, and his hand rested on her lower back. He raised his head slightly with one of his eyes opened slightly. “What are you doing?” She murmured shyly, looking down at his chest.
“Who knew the Almighty Ophelia Frost could be this shy?” He murmured, dropping his head back to the pillow.
“I am not shy,” she said, refusing to look up in case he was still looking at her. He let out a sound and then pulled his head back up, barely supporting himself up. He held her chin and pulled her face up.
“Who is this beautiful woman?” he asked with a teasing smile on his face.
“Do I know you?” she asked, playing along. “Sir, you seem to be in the wrong room,” she added, tilting her head a bit.
“I am sorry about that; I must have stumbled in here by mistake while I was drunk,” he added.
“Your wife might not like the scene, but I have to say that you are one fine man,” she said, tracing his jawline.
“Don’t try to seduce me.”
“Then let me go,” she said as he dropped his head back to the pillow.
“How do you always look so beautiful?” he asked, dropping his hand from her chin.
“You must be crazy,” she said. She was no stranger to what she looked like when she woke up in the morning; her hair was usually all over the place, and her face would be swollen as if she had gotten beaten. “How can I look beautiful looking like this?”
“I guess I am crazy then,” he said, laughing. “Because I find you so attractive that I do not want to let go,” he said, his voice lowering and becoming sexier.
“We do not have time for this,” she said, trying to get up. After failing twice, she should have learnt that he was stronger than her, but for some reason, she thought that she might be able to escape his grip on her.
“You are very strong,” she murmured, and he laughed.
“You always seem to bring up my muscles,” he said, and she touched them gently, her fingers lingering and leaving a hot trail as she brushed across his body.
“That is because I love them.”
“You should not try to seduce me if you cannot handle it,” he said, wrapping his hand over her waist and pulling her down.
“I do not think I can go any further,” she said, staring at his face. She had no idea how it happened; all she knew was that she was now lying on his body.
He raised his head and began to dive in for a kiss. Her hand got to her mouth before his mouth could. He kissed the back of her hand before dropping his head back.
“Before you begin anything funny, just remember that we need to be at your brother’s wedding soon.”
“So we need to go?” He groaned, closing his eyes and trying to control the anger that he felt.
“What do you mean by that? Of course, you have to go, or there might be rumours that you and your brother are not on good terms.” Her voice was still muffled because her hand was over her mouth.
“We are not on good terms so they can think that whatever they want to,”
“I know that you are not on the best terms with him, but we still have to be there.” Ophelia’s voice still came out muffled because of her hand over her mouth.
“They tried to…”
“I know what they tried to do to us,” she said, stopping him from finishing his statement with her finger to his mouth.
“And yet you still want me there?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
“I do not want to go.”
“Can you please go for me?” she asked, pouting and acting cute at him.
“Stop that,” he said, closing his eyes and trying to shake his head so he did not give in.
“Come on,” she said, lifting her head and kissing his lips. His eyes shot open in wonder.
“What was that?” she pouted at him as she blinked rapidly.
“Let us go,” she said again, kissing his lips.
“You have to do better than that,” he said, a smile dancing on his lips.
“Better? How?”
He pulled her on and took her mouth, kissing her. “Better?”
He shook his head, pulling her again. “If you want to bribe someone to do something, then you should be ready to pay the price,” he murmured his mouth on hers.
“How much do I owe?” she asked, planting kisses in between each word.
“A billion more kisses.”
“At this rate, I might be repaying it my entire life.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“Me too, wait, no, I don’t like it,” she said, and then shook her head before dropping it to his chest and tracing her hand over it. “I love the sound of that, and I love you.”
“I love you too.”