His Sinful Tongue

Cladding in a beautiful floral printed pink knee-length dress, Melanie was making her braids while staring herself at the mirror.

"We're not going on a picnic, wifey,"

She turned around and saw her husband who was dressed up in a casual black shirt and blue jeans. She smiled because she had made him wear it.

"We're going on our honeymoon, Mrs Salvatore, then why are we dressed up like we are going on our school's picnic?" The frown was visible on his face.

She rolled her eyes at him and turned around and continued making her braids. He walked towards her and hugged her from behind.

"Hey, don't disturb me. Let me make my braids," she complained and he chuckled. Adrian pecked her ear and started helping her in making her double braids.

"What are you doing? Do you even know how to make them?" She asked, scoffing. He spinned his eyes.

"Of course I do. I had seen mum making them on your hair most of the time," he uttered. Her heart stinged at his words because that was the truth. H