Foggy

Silver:

“Don’t say that,” I purred, turning his head so that his lips would meet mine instead, but he stopped me right on time. Unlike me, he didn’t have so much to drink during the party and still had his wits and strength about him.

Wait. Was that why he was reluctant to touch me? Maybe he thought I was drunk and unaware of what I was doing. While that was sweet of him, it was the last thing I needed at the moment. I knew what I wanted and what I wanted was his hands on my body.

“We’ll have all the time in the world after today to tear each other apart,” he whispered, lightly lifting my hands from his chest.

“Ugh,” I groaned, pushing him away and flopping against the bed.

As much as I wanted him, I had spent enough time with him to know that he had the self-control of a monk. If he didn’t want to do anything, no one, not even I could make him do it.

It was practically our wedding night, yet he was avoiding me just like he had been doing throughout the past month we had spent i