Chapter 5
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We have a good 45-minute drive left until we get to my house, on the edge of the city. I'm still amazed and in utter shock that my bride is none other than my beautiful Ava. I can't seem to get my brain to work or to say the right thing to her. It's all coming out wrong. The only thing I can comprehend is how utterly perfect she looked walking down the aisle. I had to stand with my hands behind my back to hide the nervousness, but when I saw those blue eyes gazing at me, I almost thought I had passed out and I was dreaming. However, she looks different, a coldness behind her eyes, something inside her seems to have died. I catch a streak in her make-up, seemingly caused by a tear. I reach for the centre console to put on the heating, feeling the wintery chill still clinging to the air and I meet her hand, 2 minds think a like and all.
"What happened to your wrist Av's?"
I ask before even comprehending what I've said.
she pulls back and places her thumb nail between her front teeth as she looks out of the window.
"Oh, I, um, still had a couple of bobbles on, on my way here, guess they left a mark."
I know from the moment her thumb went to her mouth, whatever would follow was going to be a lie she's had the same tell forever. I'm lost in my own thoughts of how soft her skin is when our hands met, the same spark of energy coursing through my body, making me feel like I'm coming alive. The same feeling from her prom night, where we shared a kiss, I shouldn't have let her go. It's more like I shouldn't have gone back to America the next day, I should have stayed and given us a chance. I can still see the way she swayed up to me after seeing me walking back from the bathroom, I could tell she had a few beverages in her from the sheer brassyness of her actions. She's never been one at being bold. The way she placed her delicate hand on my chest and leaned in to kiss me. I wanted to put my hands all over her and kiss her from head to toe then. Somethings never changed. She had me bewitched since the beginning. I still can't begin to understand how I've been contracted to marry her. If I believed in a higher force, I'd be thanking them right now for landing her in my lap for giving us a chance. But I've got to play this smoothly. I'm very nearly finished with the completion of Slate Enterprises in America. The mere thought of it brings me back to earth. How can I just up and leave to America every time duty calls and expect her to sit here alone. I'm going to have to make a short trip back and start a process so I can manage from our home, or maybe one day she'll be coming with me. The 45-minute drive felt like seconds until I saw my turning for the underground garage. I had my home built in mid class High Street, disguised by shops and traffic, a security tactic whilst I'm out of the country for so long that and my faithful boy Reaper. I'm glad to be home and finally getting to share it with my girl.
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