Chapter 371 - 368: Honeymoon V (1/2)

Serena woke up after a few hours feeling some discomfort. Her mouth was dry and between her legs was sticky. However, she could not bring herself to move just yet.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Geoffrey's face. With his eyes still closed, and his breathing even, she took the time to appreciate his handsome features. Pale skin, black hair, and red lips. Was he the male version of Snow White? She tried not to laugh with her thoughts.

Earlier, before she entered this room, she was still feeling so shy and self-conscious. Afraid that Geoffrey might judge her if she were to act wantonly. Now, she could only shake her head with her own absurdity. Geoffrey was her husband. If not him, who else in this world should she show her real self to?

She looked at his lips again. The lips that moved to say and whisper sweet words and promises to her ears, and what makes them even sweeter, was that she knew that they were always true. If not yet, then he would make them come true. Geoffrey never says words that he does not mean, nor words that he could not do. Tentatively, she reached her hand out to touch them.

Geoffrey felt the feathery touch on his lips. Slowly, he opened his eyes and saw Serena who was looking at him, as if in a daze. He smiled.

Serena seeing his smile looked up and their eyes met. They smiled at each other. Albeit the sun has not risen, it was their first morning as husband and wife.

Serena nuzzled her face to Geoffrey's neck, ”Did I wake you up?”

”Most pleasantly.” Geoffrey replied as he kissed the top of her head.

For a few seconds, they stayed that way.

”Geoffrey? What makes you happy?” Serena asked as she kissed the juncture between his neck and shoulder. Not wanting to look at him face to face, afraid to break the magic of their first morning together with stale breath.

Geoffrey chortled knowing exactly why she's burrowing her head on his neck. It was almost absurd how conscious Serena was, but it's the first thing he learned about her as her husband.

Thinking of her question again, he became curious. ”Why are you asking?”

”Well, I just thought that as your wife, I ought to make you happy. I mean, I want to make you happy.”

Geoffrey felt his chest expand, hearing her words made him happy. ”The knowledge of you, wanting to make me happy, already makes me happy as is.” He answered.

Serena bit his shoulder playfully. His answer made her happy too. ”Aside from that?”

Geoffrey caressed her hair, his manhood again growing to life. ”You, loving me, is enough to make me happy for the rest of my life.”

Serena pulled back to look him in the eye, as if saying, 'seriously?' Then, she processed his words again. What did he mean by that? Was it her, loving him, as in love? Or loving, as in making love? because she can totally feel his shaft hardening against her legs.

Geoffrey chuckled, then he pecked her lips. He didn't mean it that way, but then again, either way makes him happy.

Serena shook her head. She's thirsty and has an acute need to wash herself.