The Honeymoon

"Nervous?" He looked at her and raised an eyebrow. The moment he climbed into the tub she utter not a single word and simply followed him with her eyes,  she watched every move he make which she found sexy and for a while she was enchanted by the sight of him. Her silence gave him the impression she's nervous which she actually is, but just a bit.

"I am but not so, Hary." She let go of a contented sigh. "And honestly, I can't understand what I feel right now, I feel like floating in the air. I can't believe we're husband and wife." She murmured.  Her pulse rate increased when he captured her eyes into his own.

"I feel the same way too." He replied and she saw his lips curved into a killer smile and his eyes crinkled at the edge. Her heart made a summersault inside her rib cage. His smile never failed to make her heart go wild.  "Things happened so fast and look at us now.  I can't  believe you actually became my wife,  my very beautiful wife. "