Tamaki was mentally screaming. He had put on a brave face during the ceremony, assuring everyone that the loud noises from the bedroom later on wouldn’t disturb their sleep, all for his pretty bride.

He had just married the woman he adored since discovering her true self. Ironically, he was the one who advised her to keep it modest when she first wore a swimsuit in front of him.

But now, after the guests and hosts had retreated to their rooms, he found himself frozen on the edge of the bed, blushing like a teenager and nervously fidgeting. He cursed Kyoya for saying this was gonna be easy.

“Come here, bae. Come sit to me, come and take your draws off,” she teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Instead, he scooted away, nearly tumbling off the bed, his face burning hotted then Sahara; Torn between wanting to escape the room or escape into her panties.

“Damn you on the edge of the bed, you’re about to fall off,” she sighed shaking her head at his nerves.