in his arms
Chapter 41
His eyes moved back to the water, glistening underneath the light of the stars.
The ocean was beautiful and mystifying, almost spellbinding. Its smell was somewhat addictive, like you couldn’t get enough of it. Like you could bathe in its presence forever, let it consume you until the world ends.
As I gazed out across this spectacular work that was the ocean, I realized it had the same effects Anthony did on me.
He brought his face back from the image of bliss that sat in front of us. His eyes twinkled in the gleaming moonlight. I saw happiness swaying in them; there was nothing I loved more than seeing him happy.
He stood, brushing the sand from his body. He offered his hand down to me to help me stand up, and I took it. As I stood, he pulled his body around mine. I allowed myself to be immersed in him, lost in his eyes.
His arms tightened around my frail physique. The warmth of his skin felt like paradise against mine. In his arms, I was loved. I had someone to love me. I had someone who cared, and suddenly, I wasn’t worthless. I had meaning, purpose. In his arms, I was important. He made me feel special.
His eyes flicked up and down my body once before he grinned and hummed, “Want to go inside?”
I giggled, rolling my head quickly. “Sure.”
He took me by the hand, and he led me inside the small cottage. This would be our house for sixteen days. We would be like an actual married couple for sixteen days. We would be alone; we would have privacy. It was beginning to hit me, how real this all was.
He shut the door behind him as we entered the bedroom. The king sized bed almost glared me in the face. This would be the first time we shared a bed, the first time we slept beside one another.
Our bodies were interwoven underneath the thin sheets. His breath trembled as he panted against my neck. He was warm, he emanated warmth. He emanated love.
His hands stretched the length of my bare body as our tangled clothes rested on the ground beside the bed we laid in. The simplicity of his touch against my skin was enough to send my heart in overdrive in my chest.
My fingers were tousled in his short hair, which had begun to grow back. I loved the smell of his hair. I hadn’t smelled it before that night.
His kiss landed gentle on my lips. It was beautiful. His kisses were beautiful. We revolved over each other, moving gracefully. The beat of his heart in his chest was like a drum, and we were dancers to the beat.
He pulled his face from mine, but kept our eyes locked. His stare wasn’t menacing, purely striving off the strength of the love he felt for me. I couldn’t look away from him; I didn’t want to look away from him.
I fell asleep with his arms around me. It was peaceful, tranquil. His arms were weak themselves, but they made me feel so strong.
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The sunlight poured in through the window of the bedroom. I felt its warmth on my face as I opened my eyes, waking for the first time as Mrs. Kaitlyn Thompson.
I rolled my head over to face Anthony, who was still topless.
He shot me a mischievous smile. “Good morning, Mrs. Thompson,” he greeted.
I felt my stomach flutter with the way he said my name.
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