Chapter Eighty - Six

AMELIA'S POV

I woke up to the most pleasant feeling in my belly. Max's arms were around me, the moon was glowing beautifully in the sky with her light coming through the windows of Max's chambers.

I laughed to myself. I had my chambers, but I had barely spent time in them since Max and I got married. Why did we even have separate rooms in the first place when we were two people who couldn't take their hands off one another?

I sighed contentedly. Max was beside me; Max was mine. I rolled to my side to stare at him. His perfect features—from the perfectly sculpted nose to those cheekbones and that pretty and super kissable mouth—damn! My mind wandered to the places those mouths had kissed on my body in the last few hours, and I had to chase the thoughts out of my mind.

No, Max and I had fooled around enough for that day. I mean, we'd spent all of the previous night and all of that day in bed and other places doing interesting things with one another's bodies. It was like the honeymoo