Chapter 119

(Emily's POV)

The next day, something smelled like pancakes. It made my stomach churn.

I loved pancakes.

I rolled out of bed, brushed my teeth, and combed my hair, then padded out to the kitchen to find Dimitri at the stove, shirtless, his hair wet.

I loved him like this, the casual side of him not many got to see. Like this, he was mine.

But when I wrapped my arms around his waist, he tensed. Uncertainty flickered through me. He'd been quiet since last night after our wedding yesterday. I woke him up when he was having a nightmare, and an insecure part of me was obsessing over what could be his dream.

"Are you hungry?" he asked when I stepped away from him. I looked at the plate of pancakes on the counter and wrinkled my nose.

"Not right now." Grabbing the orange juice from the fridge, I poured a glass.

"Is there something wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing."

"Stop hiding anything, Dimitri. I want to know what's on your mind. I want to know more about you."

I was sitting on my couch, not su