Being able to help with his scars… and him with mine, is the best feeling ever. I love him, that’s what matters –

Ava King

 

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“It’s our wedding night remember?”

At my words, I kissed him on the forehead while he entered my bosoms with my hands wrapped around him tightly.

A gust of wind blew from outside, rolling a vase off the cupboard. Thus, affecting his long dark hair, which moved in tune with mine.

“Yes, it is, mate.”

He muttered, kissing me back. This time, on my lips though. It was…gentle, soft, and...

My thoughts stopped when I saw tears flowing freely from his eyes, as he...