“I’m good Lisabeth. So good I’m going to overlook your part in this setup.”
“That’s big of you.”
“It is, isn’t it?” Hannah playfully answered.
“I have news. The email you and your new husband sent is causing a buzz.”
Normally, Hannah probably would care to the point of driving herself mad. However, right now, in this moment. She couldn’t drum up the energy. “I bet it is.”
“Who is this? You sound… unbothered.” Lisabeth cackled.
“That’s because I am. What’s done is done. Nothing can be done about it. I’s married now.” Hannah said quoting a line from her sister’s favourite movie. Her sister squealed in delight before going quiet. Her voice was sombre as she asked.
“Are you happy?”
“Yes. Very much so.”
“Alright now. I will leave you to your honeymoon. Get all that honey, honey!” Lisabeth was outrageous. And Hannah always admired her for it. Maybe she needed to borrow some of it.
“Bye.”
Hannah’s next order of business was a shower. Then she would go in search of her spouse. The shower was hot and longer than she intended, but her body needed it. She applied her lotion. Wrapping the towel around her, she went in search of something to wear. The moment she opened the bathroom door, the wonderful smell of caffeine, bread, and bacon greeted her. She did a little shimmy. Breakfast food was her favourite.
Hannah deliberated over what to wear. Settling on a maxi dress, she headed to the kitchen. She first noticed the set table with a glass of orange juice at each spot. If she thought her mouth was watering before, it was nothing compared to when she finally caught sight of her husband. He was standing over the sink, looking out the window. In just his joggers. Nothing else. His muscled back was the canvas for a vibrant, realistic looking tiger.
“Good morning,” he greeted as he turned to face her.
He looked even better from the front than the back. His abs were sculpted, a six-pack, leading into a defined adonis belt. Her attraction to her husband was a living, breathing thing. He even had sexy feet. Men weren’t supposed to have sexy feet.
“Come here,” he beckoned.
Hannah focused on the cup he was holding as she approached him. Lifting her chin, he delivered a kiss to her lips. “The way you are looking at my cup of coffee is making me feel jealous. Here, take it.” He said, offering her his cup. She took it and the creamy elixir coated her tongue, sliding down her throat. “Breakfast is ready. Have a seat. I’ll put the food on the table.”
Hannah sat, watching her husband.Her husband!This was surreal. Samuel plated breakfast while he hummed. “Wow. Thank you.” She told him as he placed a plate with an omelette, bacon, and bun in front of her.”
“You’re welcome. Would you like another cup of coffee?”
“Yes, please. But I can get it.”
He waved her off. “No. I’m already standing. I’ll get it.”
Samuel delivered her coffee with a kiss.
“What did you do to these eggs?” She moaned as the flavours danced on her tongue. “They are so good.”
“I’m glad you are enjoying it. But if you want us to make it through breakfast. I suggest you enjoy it just a little less.”
Her eyes widened as the implication of what he said registered. The look of desire he was directing at her made her squirm. It was a delightful feeling. Being openly coveted by her husband. It made her feel… sexy. She could get used to this.
ChapterTen
SAMUEL
Their time alone was going better than Samuel could have imagined. Nine days had passed, and the next day they had to leave the haven of their honeymoon. Hannah seemed to embrace being away from everything. He often found her humming or dancing. Samuel recognised his implicit bias, but… it was her smile that really got him. The genuine one she had been wearing the last several days was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her smile danced in her eyes and came from deep within her.
Happiness looked good on her, and he was delighted to be the catalyst which brought about this change. His only fear was that it was temporary. Once they got back to their lives of being Co-pastors, he feared the old Hannah would reemerge. The regression would be detrimental to her, and he feared their marriage would be affected. There was no way he could settle for the uptight, people pleasing, Hannah. Not when he relished spending time with this version of her.
It had taken her a couple of days to get accustomed to his level and frequency of physical intimacy. She’d been shocked that first morning when he’d interrupted her while she washed the dishes, only to pull her away from the sink and bend her over the kitchen table.
