ANGELINE sighed as she felt that tender caress on her lips. She slowly opened her eyes and stared straight into Jacob's eyes, barely an inch apart from her face. Their eyes locked for a few seconds, then he lowered his lips and did the same thing that made her wake up a while ago.
His lips brushed hers, delicately rubbed her lips, gently like a feather touch which reminded her of that night she found out that it was him, the mysterious man who would be choosing a bride.
He continued doing it, somehow to get a reaction from her. And as she inhaled directly to her lips, he must have almost swallowed her breath.
Ah. Angeline felt the heat up at what her husband is doing. He seemed to be lighting coal of fire that was about to turn to ashes.
"Jac--"
