*One Week Later*
*Tallon*
I found Natalia curled up in an armchair in the living room reading a thriller. I loved the way she bit her lip and furrowed her brow just slightly every time she read something that intrigued her. She was always beautiful, but I especially loved her like this, curled up in her pajamas with a good book.
I knew she was most at ease when she was immersed in her reading, and I loved that I got to see that more vulnerable side of her.
I still couldn’t believe that she was my wife. It felt strangely formal yet somehow exactly perfect to look at her and think, ‘That’s my wife.’ Every puzzle piece was finally falling into place, and now there was just one thing I still wanted to do.
I walked over behind her and leaned down to kiss her neck, loving the way my touch sent goosebumps down her skin. She groaned in mock-irritation and closed her book, turning to look at me pointedly.
