Shifting my hips to get more comfortable, I relish the stretched feeling between my legs. I’m notthatexperienced, but mmm…he feltgood. Huge. Able to reach spots I didn’t know existed.
Maybe that’s why I was able to come. That must beit.
Itcouldn’thave been the way he was looking at me while he…
I shiver and tug the comforter up higher.
Daylight filters through the windows, and Apollo huffs out a few deep snores right in my ear. Fantastic. My new husbandsnores.
Separate bedrooms are inevitable.
I wait until I can’t any longer, then shimmy toward the edge of the bed, but his fingers dig deeper into my waist. He tugs me back into his downy chest. “M-waffle gunning,” he mumbles.
My eyes widen as I try to slip away again, but he lifts his head.
“Wh-where you goin’?” His voice is deeper than normal, vibrating the mattress beneath us.
I clear my throat. “To study.”
He blinks several times, as if he’s still asleep. “What?”
“I need to go study,” I say firmly. “Let me out.”
“M-waffle schnudy?”
Flipping around, I finally get enough room to ease out from the covers and step onto the floor. But this just makes him sit up in bed like he’s been shot. He rubs his hands through his hair and across his face, fists digging into his eye sockets.
“Where are you going? Tostudy? It’s… Why?”
“I’m a college student, Apollo. And pre-med. I need to get a jump on next week.”
“But it’s our, uh, honeymoon? I know it’s probably not what you were thinking it would be, but maybe the university will pitch in for something better. I can ask.” His hand reaches for me, and I creep a step back toward the bathroom.
He sighs heavily, and the covers fall to his waist, exposing his incredibly cut physique. Damn. My pussy flutters.
“Didn’t you have fun last night?”
“Sorry, no.” The lie snaps easily off my tongue. Just as the one about my birth control did. I’m not exactly surewhyI said it. Maybe because I’m too used to guys like Ayan thinking they know exactly how to please and not caring if they don’t.
Instead of getting upset, Apollo just smirks. “Then let me try again.” He pats the bed. “All day. I’ll get it right.”
My belly flip-flops as I think about staying in this room. With him…doingwhat he did to me in the restaurant. Or at the tattoo parlor. On our wedding night.
Which would lead to me having more orgasms. Then more oxytocin would be released, and I’d find myself attached to this guy who I happened to marry under threat of death, and then I’d have to miss him when I move for medical school. Worse, what if I just gave up and decided to stay?
His face falls. “You’re really going to study.”
I cross my arms. “This is how it is. I’m pre-med now. I’ll be busier as a medical student and even more so as an intern and resident. Then, a surgeon. Get used to me being gone.”
Dark eyes bore into the wall across the room for a long moment, and I think of turning around and heading into the bathroom, but he finally nods slowly. “Okay. I was hoping to set up our apartment today. When do you want to do that?”
“Apartment?”
He blinks a few times, studying my posture. “Uh, the university gave us one of the married apartments across fromcampus? It’s furnished, thankVengracurus, but we’ll need groceries. And…” He shrugs, like he already knows I’m going to say no. “I thought you’d do whatever it is girls do to new places. Make it nice for us.”
“Sorry, thisgirldoesn’t have a feminine touch. You’ll have to figure it out on your own.”
I flip toward the bathroom, and he stops me one last time.
