GENESIS
I was awake... but I couldn’t move.
Nothing pinned down, yet the man beside kept captive.
He slept soundly, his broad chest rising and falling in rhythm.
My cheeks ward. How could I not notice him when he was right there?
And asleep.
Should I move? Did I even have permission to?
Morning light slipped through the blinds, soft streaks cutting across the room. Birds chirped faintly outside.
Still, I stayed frozen.
Nothing had happened. Again.
How were we supposed to make children if he wouldn’t touch ?
The thought stung, but I pushed it away.
Right now, all I could think about was him—
my husband.
He was too handso for his own good. When awake, his blue eyes always carried a smile, like nothing in the world could bother him.
But beneath that smile... sothing darker lurked—sothing my broken self recognized instantly.
My fingers twitched, moving before I realized. I slamd my hand back onto the bed.
What was I doing? When did I get so bold?
If my parents were alive—if my life had gone differently—would I ever have dared to touch him? To feel the rough hair on his jaw? He used to be clean-shaven. When did that change?
It didn’t matter.
Nothing could change my fate now.
Maybe one day I’d be brave.
Not to touch him... but to leave the mont I got my inheritance.
"Instead of staring at ," his deep voice broke through my thoughts, "you could give a good morning kiss."
I jolted, nearly falling off the bed but a strong arm caught .
In the next breath, I was beneath him.
His body hovered over mine, hands caging in.
Too close.
My heart pounded so loud it filled my ears.
Was I about to be punished?
Did he really expect a kiss this morning?
Yesterday, he hadn’t said anything about rules. I wished he had.
Without thinking, I leaned up and pressed a quick, clumsy peck to his lips.
Then squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself.
He stayed silent.
His breathing deepened.
And then..
Kiss.
Soft. Warm.
My eyes flew open.
He was watching , his lips still on mine.
It was gentle, chaste... but longer.
We stayed like that, breath mingling.
Then he pulled away, leaving flushed and breathless.
And chuckled.
A low, deep sound that made my skin tingle.
Was he laughing at ?
His hand rose. I looked away instinctively, expecting a blow...
but instead, rough fingers brushed my cheek, sliding down to my lips.
He traced the bottom one, then the top. Slow. Deliberate.
My breath hitched.
He leaned closer, his breath warm against my face.
"You’re cute."
My eyes snapped open, but he was already climbing off the bed, stretching lazily, muscles rippling under sun-kissed skin.
Stop staring, Genesis.
When I looked back, he was watching again, amusent glinting in his eyes.
"Co."
I scrambled to my feet, the soft pajamas swishing around my legs.
Had he changed into them?
Heat crept up my neck at the thought.
He stood, towering over .
I looked away—too late.
His hand gripped my jaw, guiding my gaze back to his face.
"I want to take you out today."
What?
My brows furrowed.
"Do you want to co?"
He was... asking?
"Genesis."
His tone snapped out of it, and I quickly nodded.
"Good."
He let go, heading for the bathroom. The door clicked shut, but the warmth of his touch lingered.
I stood there, heart racing.
He was taking sowhere. I should bathe too.
Maybe... we could shower together?
The thought made my face burn. But he’d already seen everything, hadn’t he?
Slowly, I slipped off the pajamas, skin prickling at the cool air.
Bare.
I stopped before the bathroom door, hesitating.
You need permission.
But before I could knock, my hand turned the handle.
Warm steam wrapped around .
His silhouette moved behind the fogged glass.
I tiptoed to the sink, grabbed my blue toothbrush, and began brushing my teeth, pretending not to exist.
When I finished, I rinsed and looked up—
he was still showering.
Should I go in?
My heart pounded. Would he mind? Would he... want to?
I didn’t even hear the glass door open until his voice ca, deep and low.
"Co here."
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