Sweet Dreams

Marga's P.O.V

Okay, then.

Marga, what do you expect? Isn't it true that you two can sleep in the same room because you share a roof? Like a real happy married couple!?

I sighed deeply. In my crazed imagination, I almost slapped myself in the face.

There is nothing! Okay, I didn't expect anything. I didn't think we'd go on a honeymoon. I also don't anticipate us sleeping next to each other every night.

Is that correct? and, well, duh?

Is that only done for the man who adores his wife?

As a result, we are exceptional.

Recently, a part of my brain wanted to protest, but I eventually just complied because I was too embarrassed to speak up. As we ascended to my future room, I couldn't help but irritate myself with the negative thoughts I was having. Oh, my goodness.

And then, even if we set it aside, if it was part of Klark and my impersonation plans, I wouldn't hesitate to say-No! Don't consent because that's too much. I also don't want to bother Klark, and even though we're legally married, I prefer to have privacy with him.

When I'm around him, I always feel worried and a little nervous.

"Just check your room if it's okay," he said as the door opened and he set his suitcase down.

And as I turned around to face my room, I couldn't help but part my lips.

I looked around the room. Stunning. The interior design is more vintage-inspired than modern-classic. Because that is the overall theme of the house. The room is quite large. I noticed something carpeted under the bed, and the bed was also large and clean due to the white bed sheet color. It's as if I don't want to be messy because of the neat and uncluttered arrangement, and because it's large due to the Queen sized bed, it's as if no matter how hard I sleep, I'll never fall asleep.

'Perhaps only him.'

I couldn't stop laughing at what I was thinking. Damn my nefarious thoughts.

There is a sofa and a dresser next to it, as well as a side table on each side of the bed. The interior is air-conditioned as well. There is also a flat-screen television in front of the bed, as well as an abstract painting on the majority of the bed's headboard. There is also a lampshade on the side table and on the ceiling, even though the light in the center is not fully turned on, but the dim lights are turned on so that there is still light inside.

The wall was what drew my attention the most. The wall is made of glass, and there are brown curtains on both sides so I can see the view outside. There is a sliding door there, and you can go outside because there is a balcony. Despite the fact that it is night, the only things visible are the stars in the sky and the full moon.

It's breathtaking. This is a classic. It appeals to me greatly.

"So... what else can you say?" I was taken aback when I realized he was still following and behind me while I was making a mess.

I thought he'd gone. He was looking at me when I looked up for a moment.

"I- It's breathtaking. Are you the one who designs?" At the same time, I look around without looking at him, hoping that he will notice what I require.

"Hmm-mm," he said, nodding and holding his own nape as he looked at me.

"It's very classic, I must say. It appeals to me." Immediately, I said.

He chuckled. "I'm confident you'll enjoy it. Isn't brown your favorite color? That is the reason." He responded while looking out the window and not at me, while I looked at him.

"Yes, indeed. How did you find out?"

I don't tell him anything about my desires, even minor ones, and if he asks what I want, I might be able to answer his name, but it's all a joke.

So does this imply that he truly intended the color to be vintage style, as that is my favorite color?

It's obvious that he designed in this manner solely for my benefit. I simply refrained from listening due to the intensity of my heartbeat at what he said.

What a thoughtful person he is.

But I also suppressed my feelings right away. It's difficult to predict where my illusion will go next.

"It's just because."

He shrugged and licked his lower lip before running a finger through his hair, causing me to pinch his jaw due to the impact of a small amount of light on his face.

I just nodded and looked around the room, which was larger than my room in our house.

"When you open the door, there's a walk-in closet and a bathroom."

He pointed to the closed door on the side of the building.

I'm curious how it looks; are the walk-in closet and bathroom also large?

He appears to have spent a significant amount of money on the construction of this house.

How does her room appear?

I wished I could have sneaked into her room to see how lovely it was, and because my imagination was naughty with what it could conjure up.

I heard the shower start as I opened her bedroom door. The inside was dark, but there was enough light because the dim lights were turned on. The door to the comfort room was ajar, and it was not closed.

I took my time walking, and soon a large volume appeared at the door.

Massive.

Extremely large.

The body is massive.

The process was completed with the use of a towel. While gradually approaching me. Because he's smiling, his dimple is defined.

I remained motionless.

In their softening, my knees resembled a jellyace. Especially as he adjusts the grip of the towel beneath him while staring at me. I was on the verge of collapsing.

"What exactly are you doing here?" His voice is husky, which I find appealing.

I'm unable to speak. Because my throat was dry, I swallowed.

He smiled slightly, laughed softly, and fixed his gaze on me.

Oh my God... why is this man so seductive?

"Would you like to sleep with me, baby?"

"What do you mean?" I gulped and parted my lips.

"Would you like to see my-"

I bit the inside of my lower lip.

I immediately severed my sinful mind in order to return to reality.

I just shook myself to get rid of whatever filth was in my head. I don't think I want to look in his room while he's here in order to find someone else.

"U-Uhm... this is really good," I say. I concentrated once more to get rid of the awkwardness that had engulfed us.

The room is nice, but his room is even nicer, especially since he designed this house.

"Thank you, I'm glad you like it," he said, smiling.

"Of course," I said with a slight chuckle.

The equipment is nice and new, but I'm sure his room is better; I can picture his Master's bedroom with a king-sized bed.

I was intrigued by the appearance of her room.

Perhaps there's nothing wrong with peeking into his room while he's at work. She is my wife, and I have no intention of abusing her or making her unhappy.

Maybe later, and I'm still too shy to ask. Maybe he'd think differently if I asked him, especially now.

"Uh, I'll take the lead." He bid me farewell.

"Oh, sure," I said, nodding.

"Don't you need anything?" he inquired once more.

"Uhm... " I swallowed and smiled a little at him. "No more, please..."

He nodded slowly. "I'll just call for something to eat, you might be hungry," he said as he approached the door jamb.

I scowled. "Is there any food downstairs? I can cook; if there are canned goods there, we can just eat them for now; if the refrigerator is full, I'll just cook-"

"Oh, our refrigerator is empty; maybe we'll just go to the grocery store tomorrow; there's no store open today, and it's too late."

"All right, who's going to the supermarket tomorrow?"

"Me," he said, biting his lower lip.

He was still skeptical, but he said he'd buy it.

"Really? M-Maybe I can help you?" I suggest.

Because it's embarrassing, perhaps he thinks I'm worthless as his wife and that I'll just leave everything to him for a simple grocery run. As a good husband, I intend to assist him with everything.

'Marga, you are extremely helpful. You can be a nanny.'

"Are you certain? I can simply ask for assistance; I'll get another helper first while Eva is away."

"No, it does not. I am adamant." I started shaking right away.

"I'll assist so that I can do the housework as well, even if you don't get a new one."

"However-"

I interrupted him.

"Please?" because if I didn't have anything else to worry about, I'd be crazy about the size of this house.

He let out a sigh. "If that's what you're looking for. That's fine." Then he smirked and nodded, his gaze fixed on me.

I was taken aback by his stare, so I averted my gaze and opened the suitcase to distract myself.

He sighed and reached for the doorknob.

"Just give me a call if you need something. My room is right next to yours." I gave a nod.

So all we had was a room next to each other. So why don't we just save it? Marga, don't make your face thick! I swallowed. Do you want to sleep next to Klark if you're already married? You're a tad much.

Only real couples experience this. Okay?

He eventually emerged, and I sat on the soft bed. I'm bothered; there are many questions on my mind that I can't ask Klark, and I'm still embarrassed in some ways.

"All right, I'll go ahead and do it. "We'll go grocery shopping together tomorrow."

"Okay," I said with a small smile.

"Okay," he said with a small smile too.

"Good night, Klark,"

"Sweet dreams, Marga…"