Chapter 42

Angel’s POV

I lay on my back, my head spinning, sweat dripping through the contours of my skin as I heaved. My eyes fixed their gaze on the ceiling above us, and for the first time I noticed the colour of the chandelier.

Taking a glance at my husband, my eyes met his. He was staring at me with the most tender look, even though his focus should have been on his equally imbalanced breath.

“Do you have something to say?” I pondered, my cheeks pulling themselves back in a coercive blush.

He remained silent for a moment, then when he opened his mouth, he tutted.

“I'm trying to figure out something.” He mumbled softly.

“What?” I blushed, tilting my weight to his side and bringing the duvet closer to my bare breasts.

He grinned and shifted his focus to the ceiling.

“When did I fall in love with you?” He professed.

I froze, feeling my nerves contracting under my skin.

“What?!” I outed, perplexed.

“Yes, Angel. I think I love you!”

“I need to have a chat with your father!” I exhorted