My Fiancée Hates Me

I had a dream where I had two children running around and I was knitting a sweater over my lap in the sunshine. The father of my two children would arrive with a big smile on his face. Before I could see his entire face, I was blinded by a bright light.

I was in a beautiful room and was surrounded by a bed of flowers when I opened my eyes. To my right, someone with neck length black hair was reading a book.

I was probably not dead I think...For some reason, I was surrounded by flowers as if I were in a coffin.

"...Is this not a bit much?" I asked.

He dropped his beloved book and hugged me against his usual indifferent character. I remained silent as I let him hug me until he was satisfied.

I am alive...

I had many visitors come and go in my room after that. The person I most expected to see did not show up. Only his numerous presents of flowers were left behind in this room. It seems that someone would come here every day and two times a day to deliver a large bouquet of flowers to my room. I was asleep for a week, so the number of flowers that kept popping up here and there accumulated to the point where it almost appeared to be a newly formed garden in my room.

"What were you reading earlier?" I asked Garett.

"It's the poetry book you read before," he said as he joined me in the bed and opened the book for me.

"Why did you begin reading it?" I asked him as I scooted over a bit.

He smiled a bit as he looked at me. My heart raced from his slightly flirtatious smile.

"I wonder..."

"Ah..."

I tried to move my eyes back towards the book. Beautiful looks like his could kill someone.

"I found some words in the back of the book that looked like your handwriting..."

I scribbled a few things in the back of the book, thinking that it would be a while before he would read it.

I tried to laugh it off.

"They are just some random scribbles..."

"It's the Asmarian language. I studied a bit of the language back in the day and saw a similar word come up often used during the unity of two people. In other words, you wrote a confession in the last page," he deduced.

face with my

of the culture

I confessed to much

the bed and lifted my face to see Garett's face in front of mine. Different from his usual expressionless face, his eyes were full of

full lips and

felt his hand cradling my head and his arm around my body

his shoulders, while he had moved his to my waist. I felt one of his legs rub my inner thigh the sensation

entrance of a strange object come into my mouth. From

for a moment and traced my lips with the tip of his tongue

after me. Even the look of his eyes revealed someone that had been

scruff of my neck. A slightly cool sensation would be left where his tongue would pass over. His hands would pass over

out a coquettish

he said sexily

tightened at his appearance. The inner parts of my thighs soon began to ache as if I was dying to be touched. I soon got my wish when he began what felt like

for another kiss where our tongues would entangle. I reflexively placed my hands on his

are

so hot and so soft...I

pull away, I desperately latched onto his neck like a

begged

to gulp his saliva a

He would caress my body only to stop before my bountiful breasts. I could only think that made he felt nervous about them easily bruising or

of me to tell him that I did not mind for my chest to be caressed.

traveled from my waist to my knees he had raised my legs and split them apart as he laid his body on

want to

are buttoned up all the way all of the time might have been uncomfortable for him. I thought that I could release him a bit by unbuttoning the top few buttons around his

our intense exchange of kisses, he pulled

"...Arielle..."

"...Garett...more kisses," I begged.

himself upwards against the bed frame and turned his

and it

"Bad...how?"

he

something bothering

you drop a book in the bed? Its spine has been poking