Falling for my Husband

1) Who let the dogs out?

Kiara's POV

Pressed against a wall in nothing but an oversized black shirt, I flutter my eyes coyly.

Chris Hemsworth stands in front of me with his hands on either side of my head, trapping me between him and the wall. His handsome face looking down at me, his lips curved in a smirk.

He leans towards me painfully slowly, his hot breath fanning my face and goosebumps arise on my skin.

My tongue darts out to lick my lips as I hold eye contact with him. My lips are chappy and dry.

I suddenly feel very thirsty. His ocean blue eyes turn a shade darker as his gaze follows my actions and he presses his body to mine.

"I can help you with that." His voice is raspy, just like I have always imagined. He leans closer and my breath hitches in my throat. Our lips are this close from touching.

Just as I am about to kiss him, he backs away and starts singing at the top of his lungs, dancing along to his own rhythm.

"Who let the dogs out.
Who. Who. Who. Who....."

WHAT!?

Stirring in my sleep, I opened my eyes and blinked heavily.

Where was Chris?

It took me more than a couple of seconds to realize that I was in my room and the blaring sound seeming to come from somewhere around was actually my alarm ringing. Groaning, I rolled over and my hand shot out to search for my phone. With lidded eyes, I closed the alarm and smashed my face back into the pillow.

A weird choice as an alarm ringtone, but very effective. I mean, there have been times when I have almost had a heart attack at the loud music but I can be a dead person when I'm asleep. You know what they say. Modern problems require modern solutions.

I was about to fall in my peaceful slumber again and complete my amazing dream when a knock sounded on my door. "Kiara! Wake up, honey. It's almost 8."

Mom.

"Just 5 more minutes, mom." I groaned.

"No, no more sleeping. Else you'll be late and complain that I didn't wake you up at time. Just get out of your bed right now."

"Mom..." I whined like a small kid, pressing my face deeper in the pillow, wishing nothing more than the bed to engulf me.

"Kiara, open the damn door." Mom warned and I stood up immediately as I knew better than to argue with her when she used this tone with anyone in the house.

Complying to her wish, I immediately opened the door and came face to face with my mother. The stern look on her face had me standing upright.

"See, I'm up." I smiled cheekily at her, or better, tried to smile cheekily as my eyes kept drooping.

"Yeah, I can clearly see that." She smiled sarcastically and then narrowed her eyes. "Now, get ready and come downstairs for breakfast." With a final warning look directed at me, she left my room and I slumped against the door.

If only the alarm had rung a little late. If only I could complete the dream with the love of my life, one and only, Chris Hemsworth.

Insert a million heart eyes here.

If I hear even a single word against Chris then I will come to your house personally and chop you into tiny pieces and then feed them to the werewolves.

And not those sexy big bad alphas but some ugly rogues that are gonna rip you apart.

Yes, I come with a statutory warning.