Chapter Eight

The kiss was not that different from the one we shared at the altar. It was just as unfamiliar and shy. A chaste kiss. His lips were soft and moist yet they felt foreign against mine. It was nothing like Zach's. His hands felt cold against my cheeks, I could feel their slight tremble. He was nervous.

I guess he really liked Chloe.

I pulled away and gave him a cheeky smile. "Is that how you guys kiss in Greece?." I asked.

"W-what?." He asked. His eyebrows furrowed. He looked genuinely confused.

"I mean you lived in Greece right?." I asked and he nodded his head.

"Yes I did." He added.

"I mean you kiss me like we are middle schoolers who are just kissing for the first time."

"Oh." He scratched the back of his head. "I just don't want you to feel like I'm rushing things. I don't want you to think I'm taking this too far."

"What farther can this get? We are already at the farthest place already. We are married, remember." I pointed out.

"That's true. I guess I just want to do things at