#Chapter 125 – Honeymoon?

“Tell me,” Christian begs, clearly wanting to know what it is that I’m upset about – what parts of our wedding day didn’t appeal to me. “Chris, no,” I murmur, raising my hands to wrap around his wrists, eager to end his pain immediately. “It’s fine! It was wonderful! This is what I’ve always wanted – dreamed of, never thought could ever happen –“ “Tell me, wife,” he commands, his tone brooking no compromise. And I can’t help it. My mouth twitches up a little when he calls me his wife, and after a moment, his, too, breaks into a smile. “Please,” he amends, wrapping me up in his arms again. “Please tell me. I want to know.” “Well,” I sigh, leaning hard against his chest, looking up into his face. “I wouldn’t have been all beat up,” I murmur, gesturing towards my face. “And I’d have wanted a dress. A white one. Pretty.” Christian frowns, his thumb drifting softly over the bruise on my cheek, the healing little cut on my lip, and I realize that he stopped noticing them – that he thin