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Memories - they bring happiness, they make you sad, and they make you cry. Memories are special, that's why we all cherish them. The person who makes the memories sometimes becomes a memory. But I was erasing the memories that are deeply embedded in my mind. I burned every picture, every letter, and every gift that reminded me of Carl.

I didn't leave any trace of him in my home. It was a fresh start for me and Dalton. I was determined to give Dalton what he deserved. 

I decorated the house with candles and prepared Dalton's favorite dishes. I set the table for us and decorated it with candles, rose petals, and fresh roses in the middle of the table. After I was done with the table, I went to our room to get changed.

I wore a Dark burgundy red cut-out velvet dress. It reached my mid-thighs and enhanced my curves. For makeup, I choose to do a dark sultry look with brown eyeshadow, and nude lipstick. I straightened my hair and wore black ankle-strap heels, and with that, the look was complete. 

I look sexy, I might say.

The sound of tire screeching made me run towards the door to welcome my husband. Dalton opened the door looking all tired, making my heart clench seeing him like that. I felt guilty because I know the reason for most of the stress was me.

He was surprised to see me like this, all dressed up. "Are you going out?" he asked curiously and greeted me with a kiss on my cheeks. 

(A/n - I don't know what's wrong with our female lead. How could she not fall for this gem? How?!!!)

"Nope, I'm dressed up for you," He wasn't expecting that answer and it showed on his face. 

"For me?" he asked in disbelief. I nodded my head to clear all his doubts. Tugging on his hands, I escorted him toward the table. He looked around while I gauged his reaction. When our eyes met, my heart soared. His eyes held an emotion that had me weak on my knees, love. They held so much love for me that it made my eyes water. 

He loves me with all his heart and how did I repay him? I hurt him at every turn without noticing. I was too busy wallowing in self-pity to notice my actions were causing him pain.

"Dalton," my voice cracked. It is full of emotions and pain for him. Like always, he engulfed me in a comforting hug when he saw tears spilling down my cheeks. It broke the dam. I cried while hugging him closer.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," I repeated the words like a mantra. I wanted to say more but no words came out. He held me closer to his chest in a protective hold, telling me it was okay and kissing my forehead, and whispering sweet nothings into my ear.

When I was out of tears and gained my composure, I told him every word I wanted to say.

"I want to try," I declared. "I want to love you as you love me."

He froze when I confessed to him. He asked me if I was sure and if I could leave my past behind. I paused for a good while before answering his question. 

"Yes, you're my best friend and most of all, you're my husband. I want to be your wife, not just on paper. I want us to grow old together and someday, I want us to have our own family," that snapped something in him.

He connected our lips in a burning kiss. He licked my lips asking for permission and I parted them to let him in. His tongue explored the inside of my mouth and battled with my tongue for dominance. The kiss wasn't anything like what I felt with Carl. Carl always kissed me softly as if I was a doll that would break at the little roughness while Dalton kissed me like he wanted to devour me. His hands were trying to mold me inside him. 

It was such a passionate kiss, it left me breathless and panting. I couldn't resist tugging at his hair, making him groan. 

We only pulled apart when we were out of breath. 

"Let's eat before going to bed," I said, still breathless from our kiss. He agreed with my suggestion and adjusted himself in his pants. I smirked at him, eyeing the bulge in his pants. I wanted to tease him but that could wait. We need all the energy we get before we break the bed. 

After pecking his lips once again, I served the food on two plates. I watched him intently as he took a bite, waiting for his review. 

"How is it?" I asked him.

"You are a good cook, Aly and you know it," he grinned. I can't help but give a smile of my own. During dinner, none of us spoke but it was a comfortable silence. After dinner, we washed the plates together. It felt intimate and unlike how I imagined it. I thought it would feel awkward but it was far from that.

"Let's go to our bedroom," it was I who suggested that but when we entered the room, my heart started beating faster. Dalton took his time looking around our room. Just like the dinner table, I had decorated the bed with rose petals, and candles all around the room. While Dalton was looking around the room, I took it upon myself to strip out of my dress, leaving on my lace panties and bra.

When Dalton felt me behind him, he turned around. His eyes darkened and he growled like an animal as his eyes roamed all over my body. His deep voice and his gaze turned me on. Never in my wildest dream would I have believed my best friend will have this effect on my body. He hadn't touched me yet and I was already hot and bothered, all by his gaze. He was burning me without even touching me.

In two long strides, he walked to me and crashed his lips on mine. This kiss was passionate and full of the desire we felt for each other. He was kissing me in urgency and I returned the kiss with the same passion.

"Wrap your legs around me," Dalton commanded as he picked me up and slammed me against the wall. I moaned into the kiss, not expecting him to be rough. Not that I was complaining. I liked his action of slamming me against the wall a little too much. I was looking forward to many more rough movements but the mood was ruined by the ringing of the phone. His phone. 

We ignored it, of course. He pulled my bra down and freed my breasts. He kissed my cheeks before moving down to kiss my neck. He trailed wet kisses down my neck and the valley of my breast, under my boobs. In simple words, he kissed all over my boobs but not on my nipples. He was teasing me and it was pure torture. I was feeling an uncontrollable ache between my legs and I wanted nothing more than to get railed by his cock.

"Please," I begged at last, not able to take it anymore. I could feel him smirking against my breast when I begged. Cocky bastard.

When he finally put me out of my misery by taking my nipples inside his hot mouth, his phone started ringing again.

Once again, we ignored it. I was chasing the pleasure and a phone call could not prevent me from getting the D. That was the case until both our phones rang repeatedly.  

"Answer it," I told him, irritated at the fact that we got disturbed. The sooner he takes the call, the sooner we will get back to our business.

"Hello," he answered his phone. I watched him racking his hands in his hair. It was clear that he was also irritated at the fact that we got disturbed. Thank God, it wasn't only me who was agitated. 

"What. Now?"

"Okay, we'll be there," He sighed when he ended the call.

"Who was that?" I asked.

"It was dad. He wants us to meet him at his house for a family dinner. Your parents are coming too," he said, racking his hands through his hair once again. "Get dressed, babygirl. We'll leave as soon as you're ready."

I quickly slid into my dress and as soon as I was done, we left our house to join our parents for dinner.

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