The whole of the day has been awkward. Totally awkward! I didn't know, and I still don't know, how to behave around him since that fervent moment in the car this morning. Every time our eyes meet, I am reminded of the fire I saw in them this morning. His closure is a reminiscence of that scene in the car. His touches, his sweet savage kisses, they are all freshly stuck in my mind like they happened the past second.
It's been hours, yet I feel the redness of his touches on my cheeks. The electrical sparks of his caresses are still tickling my sensitive skin. His beautiful words are still echoing in my ears.
"YOU. ARE. MY. WIFE"! He said, and disregard the last part to complete that statement. " ON. PAPER". Whether he did it on purpose or whether that important part slipped out of his mind
