If I was married to him

♥︎The next day♥︎

I could hear the soft chirping of birds outside, disturbing my peaceful sleep. I yawned tiredly as I slowly opened my sleepy eyes. I could feel every muscle and bone in my body protesting; the indulgence of the previous night had taken a heavy toll on them.

As I moved, I suddenly realized that I was held down by something, rather someone strong. Turning my head, I saw Nicholas' handsome face come into my view. He had his hands wrapped protectively around my waist so it hindered me from moving.

I took the time to watch his sleeping state more carefully. He had his hair slightly disheveled, but that unruly charm made him even more attractive. His facial features were heavenly.

He had the most structured jawline, full eyebrows and long eyelashes. I was truly jealous of those. He had pointed nose, pink and kissable full lips. Then, one thing I hardly noticed, he had a mole underneath his jaw.

He was so good-looking that I couldn't take my eyes off of him. His breathing was steady and deep, his eyes closed shut as if he was deeply immersed in dreams.

My heart involuntarily sped up a few notches. I lifted up my hands and gently caressed his face. My fingers sliding from his thick eyebrows down to his perfectly straight nose, and they finally rested on his plump and soft lips.

Unable to resist the strong desire, I leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on his lips. At that moment, I suddenly noticed an unpleasant taste in my mouth, realizing that I needed to freshen up.

I placed my hands on his arm that was around mine. I held it and moved it away from my body, carefully so as not to wake him up. Thankfully, that was successful.

Just as I was about to stand up from the bed, his eyes suddenly became open, catching a glimpse of me. I paused on my spot immediately. His gaze, initially drowsy instantly became clear and bright upon seeing me.

He reached out and took my hand in his before saying; "Good morning Catherine."

My heart warmed immediately at his words. I leaned in and responded to his greeting with a gentle kiss on his lips. The kiss didn't last for long, just a quick 'good morning' kiss. Nicholas released my hand and I got up from the bed.

I put on the slippers close to the bed and headed for the bathroom. I really needed to wash away the disgusting taste in my mouth. In no time, I was done with brushing my teeth so I proceeded to take a bath too.

I stood under the shower and let the warm water cascade slowly down my body. I was about to pick up the body wash when I caught a glimpse of the bath tub.

It made me reminisce on what had happened there between I and Nicholas last night and a blush crept up my cheeks. I really enjoyed last night and I wish I could relive that passionate moment again.

Being around Nicholas makes me feel alive. If gives me comfort and a sense of protection. I've never felt this way with any one before. Not even when I was dating Andrew.

What if I hadn't made the mistake of being married to Andrew in the first place? What if was married to him instead? When the thoughts of being married to Nicholas crossed my mind, I couldn't help but feel giddy all over.

If I wasn't given another chance at life, I wouldn't have been able to see this side of Nicholas. Well, what can I say? Everything that happens has a reason for happening.

After I had freshened up, I dried the water on my body with a dry towel before wrapping a bathrobe around my body to cover up my nakedness. I stood stood in front of the mirror, preparing to blow-dry my wet hair.

I picked up the hairdryer, gently moving it across my strands, but the buzzing sound seemed a bit loud. At that moment, Nicholas walked in, seeing me preparing to blow-dry my hair, he volunteered to help.

I hesitated for a moment but eventually handed the hairdryer to him. His technique was tender and skilled, as he carefully dried each strand of my hair.

I watched his focused and gentle demeanor in the mirror, feeling a deep sense of warmth and security. After drying my hair, he helped me comb it down my back with an hair brush he had brought in with him.

He told me they were Theresa's. When we were done, we went back into the room.

"Change into these clothes." He said as he pointed at the sweatshirt and short pants placed on the bed.

"When you're done, meet me downstairs. He said before leaving." I took off the bathrobe and put on the clothes he had given to me.

I stood in front of the large mirror in his room and stared at them. The sweatshirt was big on me, making me look really small while the short was my size. It seemed to be Theresa's.

I tied my long hair into a messy bun before heading out to meet him like he had said. A guard led me to where he was which was the kitchen. I stood at the corridor as he skillfully made us breakfast.

I never knew he could cook. He looked so tantalizing as he sliced the vegetables like a pro. I could watch him all day. I entered the kitchen and opened the fridge.

"Never knew that you could cook." I said as I took out an apple.

"My mother taught me. Apparently, women like men that cooks." He answered.

"Well, she isn't wrong though." I muttered as I took a bite out of my apple. He gave me a momentary gaze before he chuckled a bit.

I offered to help him but he wouldn't let me so I sat down on a stool and continued watching him cook till the food was ready. He dished out the food and I started eating immediately. I was so hungry. After taking a bite, I couldn't help but look at him in surprise.

"What's wrong? He asked when he noticed my unwavering gaze."

"Nothing." I muttered and turned back to my food. If I wasn't watching him all through, I wouldn't have believed he made this himself. It was so good, even better than the ones I've tasted in bigger restaurants.

After the meal, we cleaned up the table and proceeded to wash the used plates. Watching him work, I felt an unexpected surge of emotions. I dried my wet hands with a towel and instinctively moved closer to him, gently embracing his waist.

He turned to look at me with a deep and affectionate gaze. Our breathing gradually quickened. I tiptoed and was about to kiss him but I was interrupted by his ringing phone.