Homey

As she slowly alighted from the car and darted her eyes to her surrounding, she gasped. She was amazed with the way Jude had decorated his house from the lawn to the front porch, everything was perfect. Homey…

She swiftly moved to the colorful roses bush on the front of the glass windows to the sunny room and inhaled the fresh tranquil scent deep into her heart, her soul. The tips of the petals were watery. Hence she assumed they must be sprinkle with water before they reached home that evening. From the roses, she moved to the side when she spotted the blooming carnations of wide range, from light red to dark red, from white to pink carnations. Rose was totally charmed by death by the sight of the colorful carnations.

Light red – admiration, dark red for deep love… Deep love, hmmm… Is he love that much? She shook her head at the denotation before her feet brought her to the white carnations. Pure love and luck. She chuckled when she thought of it. And the last one, pink carnations. Undying love and gratitude. She caressed the carnations lightly and inhaled their scent with her closed. Cherished the spicy scent emitted from the flowers. It was miraculously helped her to sooth her headache that had been bothering her since their departure from the hospital.

When she opened her eyes, what caught her sight was the hammock. Her eyes widen and skipped excitedly towards it without much thought but soon…

"Ah!" It was unfortunate for her as she was slipping on the slippery stoned path and she shrieked all of sudden. She was expecting to land on the stoned path but instead, she felt strong arms that held her waist and the familiar scent came to her senses.

"Are you okay honey?" Jude anxiously asked her. He steadied her in his arms and examined her outward appearance for any external injuries. She was just discharged from the hospital, for God's sake! He admitted he was easily agitated for her since that fateful day.

Earlier on, when he didn't see her, his heart began to pound so hard that he gasped for air. He had rushed into the house but didn't see her silhouette until he went to the sunny room. There, he saw her. Enjoying the flowers. He patted his chest in relief. But… it was a short relieve. He didn't know why but as soon as he saw she was happily skipping towards the hammock, his heart clenched nervously that he dashed towards outside and just in time to catch her from slipping onto the stoned path.

For once, he forgot to warn her not to run, not even to skip on the stoned path as it was slippery after the gardener sprinkle the water over the flower beds in his mini garden. Who knew she would be the one that almost ended up slipped on the path.

Rose guiltily nodded her head. She had her hands wrapped around his broad shoulder, and their lips were only few inched apart. She didn't know why but she was totally smitten by his masculine charm at the moment that she voluntarily inched forward while her hands pulled his head towards hers.

Her petal-soft lips crushed onto his thin lips sent a thorough warmth to his heart. She nibbled his lips that Jude burst out a heartily laugh as he embraced her in his arms. He didn't stopped there. Once he was done with his laugh, he kissed her softly at first before he skillfully parted her lips with his own and penetrated her mouth with his scorching hot tongue that made her clinging to him as the helplessness swept her up. She liked the way he taste. He was a good kisser, that was what she thought.

It was lucky that Jude still had his rationality in check. He reluctantly pulled himself from her irresistible lips that were slightly swollen, impacted by his hungry kiss. Eyes sparkled with love and the heart still beating frantically with the suden turn of the event. What made it even more romantic, they were surrounded by the blooming flowers. His mini garden. Soon to be hers.

"Where do you want to go actually?" Rose didn't replied him, instead she pursed her lips, fully dissatisfied. She still wanted to have the kiss but Gosh! The man in front of her seemed didn't understand her needs, her heart desires. She never knew she could be so drawn into kissing him. Like moths to the flames. She sighed exasperatedly before gave him a deadly side glance.

Jude noticed the sudden changed in her expression began to feel odd. What had he done wrong that she gave him that look? He was wondering. All he could do for the time being was nudged her a little and squeezed her hand lightly.

"Honey, what is it? You know you can tell me if there's something bother you," He tried to coax her to be more opened up with him. He had never wanted to control her, let alone to restraint her from doing whatever she wanted to accomplish, to do.

"You know what?" Rose paused a little while and was hesitated for a moment before she casually shrugged off, "Huh, never mind." She turned away from him, completely avoiding his eyes.

"Initially I wanted to go to the hammock over there, but not anymore. I'm tired," she said next. Jude raised his brows, suspicious with the sudden change in her behavior. He knew there must be something that bothering her, yet she was unwillingly to tell him. Since the day she regained conscious, she became completely unpredictable. He could only sighed.

"Come, let me bring you in," Without waiting for her response, he simply swept her up in a bridal style that Rose instinctively wrapped her hands around his shoulders. One could clearly see that she was utterly enjoying the attention given but they didn't know she was actually enjoying the soothing fragrance emitting from him and of course, studying him up close to her heart content. She smiled sheepishly and snuggled comfortably in his arms.

Jude who carried her in his arms, detected the sheepish smile plastered on her face through the corners of his eyes. He smirked smugly.

They went into the house through the side glass door that lead to sunny room. Jude placed her down on the couch before he knelt down on the rug and took a look at her feet. As expected. She sprained her ankle, again. Rose blinked innocently and her lips pursed.

"Uncle Wong, help me to get the ointment to relieve the sprain," he instructed his butler. Mr Wong swiftly moved and came back with a tiny bottle in a matter of thirty seconds. Jude took it from his hand and opened it. The unpleasant smell assaulted her nose that she crinkled it. Before Jude could register her next move, Rose leaned forward and covered her nose with the edge of his shirt collar. Ah… at least the smell is much better than ointment. Jude was stunned, Mr Wong suddenly felt awkward with the scene transpired before him while the maid that walked towards them with two teacups blushed.

Feeling the faint breath on his neck awoken his inner desire. But at the moment he needed to focus. Yes, focus. He directed his focus to the slightly swollen sprained ankle. He applied a fair amount of ointment to the affected area and softly rubbed them. His touch unintentionally sent a gush of warmth to her heart that it swelled too much with yearning and desires.

"Feeling better?" Rose nodded, biting her lower lip while her cheeks turned crimson. Jude really have no idea whether to laugh or to cry looking at the way she was at the moment. She was so damn innocent! It was not that they had never shared the bed before… Uh… right… She had no recollections about him, at all… Which saddened him to the core. But it's okay, as long as she stayed right at his side, he would cherished every moments they shared together, in health, in sickness, till death do they part.