Married life is not as bad as you thought. In reality, you have a well-defined routine, you wake up with the coffee made, all your things are taken care of by your obsessive husband and you feel fine, or well, as well as someone who has been forced to get married. And the best part of it is that Christian is not like your last husband at all.

To be honest, Christian is handsome, and you enjoy making him angry or irritated. It's so much fun for you. It's also fun when he act like he's cold to have an excuse to cuddle or share clothes or blankets. It may be a kick in the damn ass —sometimes—, but you like him. Like a lot.

Christian walks over, coming to a stop on the bed and when he sees you lying down, he shakes his head. Probably because it's already two in the afternoon and you're still in bed. However, he approaches and grabs your jaw, planting a kiss on your lips, it's not too soft, but it's not overly rough either. "I missed the way you taste," it makes you smile stupidly and he notices it, because he smiles instantly and runs his thumb over your lips. "You look so beautiful like this, Malychka."