Janet felt Charles's heartbeat like a searing iron pressing into her palm. She couldn't help but draw her hand back, her cheeks flushing an even deeper crimson. But Charles wouldn't relent—in one fluid motion he reclaimed her little hand, watching with a wicked grin as her blush climbed up her neck. His wife was always so adorably shy.
"I belong to you completely—what's there left to be shy about?" Charles murmured, lips curving into a mischievous smile. He loved seeing her with nowhere to hide—her helpless innocence had its own irresistible charm.
"Stop it!" Janet pouted, shooting him a mock glare. The dazzling sparkle of her wedding ring on her left hand only made her all the more captivating. When Charles pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, she playfully dodged, batting her big, innocent eyes at him.
"You said we were here for our honeymoon—so let's not waste any more time!"
