Proposing Bliss (Bliss Series Book 2) Sample Chapters only

Témoin du Marié

"If she doesn't scare the hell out of you a little,

she's not the one."~~~ anon

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My mind and my body craved her. In my half-dazed condition, I searched for Veronica, reaching an arm over her part of the bed. When I only felt the cold sheets, my eyes popped open. I turned on my back and looked around the room.

The ensuite door was wide open, meaning she had finished showering and dressing for work. Had I missed her? She could be as quiet as a thief in the night when getting ready in the mornings. She wouldn't have left without saying goodbye, unless if she had done so and I had been too exhausted to even recognize. No, that couldn't have been possible. I was at all times aware of her presence.

With that thought, I got out of bed and padded out of the bedroom. I was right, she was still in the apartment, in the kitchen, already dressed for work. I paused at the threshold as Veronica quietly swore at the new espresso machine I brought over the week before. The fact that she was making a cup meant she was exhausted too. I almost felt bad that I had woken her up when I came home. Almost.

I approached her from behind, letting my hands wander over her curves, and tasting the fragrance of her exposed skin. "Good morning, my sweet."

Her soft hum rumbled on my chest. She reached a hand up to tangle her fingers through my hair. "Did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet." She turned her body around, quietly gasping at my lack of clothing, and my state of... wakefulness. Slowly returning her eyes up at my face, she bit her lips, muttering, "I have to be at work in half an hour."

How could I resist? "I will try very hard to get you to work on time."

"That's what you said last week and I ended up two hours late," she said the words but her body was, by then, responding to me.

"I said I'll try," I murmured before wrapping her legs around my hips and taking her back to bed.

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The ball bounced on the wall, just below the outline and then flew my way. I waited for the right moment to swing my racket, making contact with the ball right after it hit the floor once.

As highly competitive individuals, Jake and I could get into serious relays. However, not once had he won against me. At least, not in this sport. I wiped sweat off my forehead, readying my body for another swing. And missed.

Admittedly, I was out of sorts. I was distracted.

There was no time to shake off and recover from the assault on my shoulder from extending my arm a little too much. My only hope was that Jake would miss. But I knew there was zero chance of that.

Ever since getting married, he'd been looking better. Even with the constant travelling, he had stayed healthier. Sandrine was doing a bang up job looking after her husband. I knew she would.

I grunted, hitting the ball back towards the front wall. It changed trajectory and shot past Jake's racket, less than an inch away. But a miss was a miss. And it had won me the game.

"You got lucky," Jake commented, as we walked towards the showers.

"If you mean last night, yeah." I looked at him with a smirk. "This morning too, if you must know. I might even drop in on her after lunch at work."

Jake shook his head, grinning. "I meant that last shot. My hand slipped." I scoffed at his poor excuse. "Although I'm glad to know the honeymoon phase hasn't ended."

"Far from it." I was proud to say it. Every single day I had spent with Veronica had been better than the one before.

I grabbed open my locker door and used a towel to swipe off more sweat, before taking off my clothes. I was so focused on what I felt that I didn't notice Jake had been staring at me. I paused, securing the towel over my hips.