Chapter 56: Chapter 56

ARIEL POV

Months kept going and within a twinkle of an eye, it was already 9 months of my marriage with Ryan. It was mind-blowing to witness what true love is.

The compassion, care, attention Ryan showed were beyond my imagination. Even though there are spur moments when there is an argument, it is always settled within a day.

My love for him kept growing stronger, and somehow I kept hoping to hear him say those words to me: 'I LOVE YOU'.

It will probably be the best moment of my life.

As much as I tried not to reflect much on my encounter with Damien at the party, I still feel a hurricane of emotions streaming through me every time my mind went to his words.

Was it his relationship with Eva, which I feared deeply? What if he was passing time with the innocent girl just to get even with Ryan? What if he still wanted revenge? What if he still yearned for me? What if.....

I groaned deeply as I facepalmed. A lot of What if's going through my head. He was weird, and seemed to know a lot. Would it be bad to tell Eva about Damien?

Or should I allow them to continue their relationship?

I inhaled and exhaled, lost in a million thoughts. I keep getting confused whenever I think about it.

I decided to settle down to update my novel. The proposed love story between me and Ryan. I have been updating it anonymously and surprisingly, it has been gaining numerous reads, comments, and reviews.

I felt glad when some readers commented that the fictional character of Ryan was in love with me. It felt like the right kind of hope. Maybe it was true.

Maybe Ryan needed a little push for him to confess. He was and still afraid of falling in love. It made me wonder what his relationship with his dead wife was. Unrequited or requited love?

I hope for the best in my married life with Ryan.

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My face lit up with a smile the moment Ryan stepped into the living room. He wasn't able to make it home the previous night. And he came home early.

I quickly intercepted him for a quick peck, as he exhaled.

"Not so fast. I missed your lips.”I let out a laugh, as he pulled me by my waist, before bending to take my lips to his.

It was brief, and only for a few seconds, before he released my lips.

My hand went to his face, which no doubt looked tired.

"You don't look fine, Ryan. You need rest.”I stated, as he sighed.

"Not really. I came early to spend more time with you. I will rest after looking at your face for the next few hours.”He winked at me, as I chuckled.

He excused himself to bathe, as I placed his food on the dining table. In a few minutes, he was at the dining table. He was putting on a gray round neck which exposed slightly the outline of his muscular body, his hands in his sweatpants. His hair was a bit messy, and wet, as I kept gawking at his handsome features.

"Dear wife, you will get tired of staring tonight.”My face reddened, as it met with his boyish face.

I needed to work on my subtle ogling.

I reached out to place his dish, as he sat, looking at me with a peculiar kind of focus. His gaze only made my inside churned.

I cleared my throat, as he blinked, staring at the oatmeal meal with vegetables I prepared.

I decided to leave for the kitchen but got pulled, as I landed on his laps.Our stares cut to each other, as my brain froze for a while. My eyes wandered to his lips, which looked more pinkish. I swallowed, as I sat speechless. His warm body made me extremely comfortable.

"Feed me, milady.”He had a look on his face, as I chuckled.

"Not like this. I'm afraid I might end up not only feeding you, but also feeding you.”I winked, hoping he would get what I meant. He smiled, leaning a little closer.

I swallowed once, fighting a tingling shiver caused by his hot breath falling over the sensitive skin of my neck.

I leaned against him. It was wonderful. He- his body, his warmth, his strength felt good. Plus, he smelled great.

"I missed embracing you. You and I are just hugging.”I chuckled.

", Seriously. It is not up to 24 hours, Ryan.”I teased, as he smiled.

I slowly stood up, as I sat beside Ryan. We both fed each other the oatmeal meal. And when it comes to the meat sharing, Ryan placed some in between his teeth, kissing me to feed me. Every moment felt so great.

After the meal, we settled beside each other, watching a ROM COM. Ryan wasn't really a fan, but he agreed because I wanted to watch it.

When it got to the kissing part of the movie, Ryan covered my eyes with his palm, making me think he was weird, and lovely.

He turned to my side, as he held my hand.

"Let's play a game.”I blinked, not sure if that was coming from his mouth.

"Whatever I say, you will do, and vice versa.” I adjusted, suddenly becoming interested in the game.

"Sure, I am in. I will start first.”I giggled, as he blushed.

"Ariel wants Ryan to say a poem to her.”

His brows creased, as he exhaled, before staring at me.

"You are beautiful, my Ariel with the brown eyes, you melt my heart. Your soul is perfect. Filled with love and care. You are mine. You belong to me.”Ryan rambled on.

I couldn't hold it any longer as I burst into laughter. It was beautiful, but the last part got me grinning.

"Was it that bad?”His brows furrowed, as I shook my head.

I rested my hand on his shoulder.

“It is fine. I love it. Thank you.”He gave a small smile.

"It is my turn now,”He said with a mischievous smirk.

"Go on, my love.” I rasped out, as he tried to hide his blush.

He suddenly leaned closer to me, as my heart almost stopped beating. His eyes moved from left to right in the most seductive way ever. His blue irises twinkled with mischief, as I felt lost in a trance.

For a split second, the urge to run my hand through his hair came in. He looked more handsome with him closer to me.

"I've always wanted to try something with you. I have imagined it a few times. It was something childish.”I felt the hairs on my arms suddenly shoot up.

His voice was warm, gentle, and crispy. The way the words rolled out of his mouth kept me glued to the couch. Every part of me yearned for him. I wanted to touch him, but decided to go with self-control.

"What is that?”I finally broke out my thoughts.

"It has been drizzling outside. I feel it might have started raining.”He paused, as I wondered where he was going.

I never noticed it was raining. Drizzling? Yes, I noticed that.

"So?”I felt lost for words.

"I want a kiss from you to me under the rain.”My eyes widened in shock at his request.

I felt words tied to my tongue. He scooped me off, as he carried me outside.

It was beginning to rain. I jumped off from his grip the moment the rain water touched me. It was freezing, and in no time, I was beginning to get wet.

Under the illuminating light, we locked eyes together. I felt a shudder pass through me. It was exhilarating to do this. A kiss in the rain.

Ryan tugged my arm forward, water droplets dripping down his face. He tilted his head, as he took in my lips. His lips moved on mine, as I rested my hands on his chest. The kiss was sweet, soft, and passionate.

Each time we kissed, I felt renewed, refreshed, energized. So did he.

We broke out of the kiss, as we both tried to catch our breath. I couldn't wait any longer. I took one last glance at Ryan before finding my way to the house, to our bedroom.

I was soaked, as I wasted no time in putting off my clothes. With a new bra and pants on, I came out of the closets, trying to decide on which night gown to wear.

I couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. It was the best so far. I felt tingles thinking about it.

The door jeered open, as I felt stunned by the entrance of Ryan.

My gaze lingered on him, as he was only in a boxer briefs, other parts of his body exposed. He had the perfect whitish skin tone, not to mention the toned muscles that made his body.

I should scream or run to the closet, but I didn't. I held my breath, while engaging in an internal brawl between myself and myself.

His blue eyes immediately found mine, and a mischievous smile grew across his face. It was the way he always looked at me- rapt and awestruck. My cheeks heated, as he prowled toward me, his gaze sliding down my body, lingering in all the right places.

My hands trembled, as my night wears fell off my hand.

His lips crashed into mine, this time with desire. I gave in the same energy, as we found our way to the bed. Our body colliding against each other in the best passionate love making ever.

That very night, we consunmated our marriage.