I sat a few inches away from Kerrick, watching him type on his laptop. His eyes were trained on the screen intently and he seldom looked away expect when he was taking up more papers to type."Kerrick, why do you have to do that?""It's for a proposal I'm working on.""I mean typing, don't you have an assistant at work to do it for you?""I don't need one." He replied stiffly, without meeting my eyes.I frowned at him and he faintly looked over at me then back to his laptop."I think you do need an assistant, so you can leave all this work at the office.""No," he sighed. "That still wouldn't make it any easier. I would have to constantly go back and forth between here and there whenever I need something and I don't have time for that.""I still think it would be better."He closed his laptop and got up, obviously not interested in continuing the conversation anymore.It was frustrating, watching him work without any interest in anything else - including me. I didn't want to protest b

I stared at the ceiling blankly, having nothing much to do except wait for Kerrick to come home. I rolled on my stomach and sighed before jumping off the bed and going downstairs.Having no one to talk to felt strange and even though I was living with Kerrick for a good while, I still didn't adjust to it. I slouched on the couch for a while before a thought came to me. I could just call back home.I picked up the phone and rang Samantha and Victoria and before I knew it, we were laughing and talking non-stop. Warm feelings filled my chest as we talked about old memories and brought up more recent things and gossip. It was really funny that even though we were distances apart, it was as if I was still in my father's store and they just stopped by to talk.Eventually, I was upstairs again, sitting on the floor and talking to Daniel this time. We were generally just speaking about my father and the store but it really made time fly, especially since talking to him could easily wipe away

My eyes were trained on Kerrick the whole time he was typing on his laptop, his calm expression leaving me in wonder. I was sitting adjacent to him, studying his every movement carefully just hoping he'd reveal something to me.When his eyes caught my staring ones, I averted my gaze quickly and pretended I was looking at something else."You've been staring at me for a while." He finally said after an extended moment of silence."It's nothing." Heat flushed over my face, and I stared at my hands."Oh.""I um," I started. "I was thinking about last night."He closed his laptop and stared at me deeply and my face nearly melted from the amount of heat coloring it just because of his eyes. The atmosphere around us becoming a little awkward."What exactly?" He questioned."It was different."He didn't look too surprised by my answer and oddly it was as if he knew I was going to say that.I was so afraid, but somehow the way his fingers grazed my skin ignited my body. He was gentle with me

"Kerrick?" "Hmm." Our eyes met as they cut from his work to me, curiosity marking his features. "You said your father gave you a break so why are you working?" I inquired. "Well," he closed his laptop and put it on the coffee table in front of him. "I was just finishing a project, it's nothing big." "Oh," I exhaled, relieved. "That's good to know." Kerrick was working tremendously hard but not as excessively as before. His father seemed to have noticed his effort because he gave him a break, which he rightfully earned. He rubbed the back of his head and looked at his work with a shrug. "I'm glad most of my paperwork is done." "Me too." He slouched back on the couch and I stared at him before noticing something and rising to my feet. "Kerrick, your button is loose." "What?"

Kerrick was still swamped with work for most of the week but he came to bed whenever it got too late and he'd hold me before he fell asleep, this small act making up for the time we lost together since he wasn't around much. I was just glad whenever he was near me because it never felt enough. We were only in our first few months of marriage but we'd already been through a lifetime of things.It was an odd feeling being in love, it wasn't like what I saw in movies or what my friends told me. Kissing, hugging and holding weren't the only things that mattered, it was more about the burning sensation I had whenever I saw him, the way I'd blush when I caught him watching me from the corner of his eyes and the wordless heart to heart communication that passed between us. I knew Kerrick wasn't the passionate type but I was okay with that. He wouldn't bring me a thousand roses and shout how much he loved me to the world for no reason but that's what I liked. He would come home and bring me a