My Fiancée Hates Me novel Chapter 75

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.

I covered my face with my hands.

I had forgotten that he was knowledgeable of the culture and the language of Asmaria.

"...Yes," I confessed to much of my embarrassment.

I heard some rustling in 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 desire and his cheeks were redder than ripened apples.

I closed my eyes as his face got closer to mine. He kissed me with his full lips and stared back at me before holding my head and kissing me more deeply than before.

I soon felt his hand cradling my head and his arm around my body as he moved me completely to the bed.

I moved my hands to his shoulders, while he had moved his to my waist. I felt one of his legs rub my inner thigh the sensation continued up further upwards towards a slightly dangerous region.

I was caught a bit by surprise when I found the entrance of a strange object come into my mouth. From the heat and the way, it slithered around my tongue, I had confirmed that the invader was indeed his tongue.

He moved away for a moment and traced my lips with the tip of his tongue before reinserting it once more into my mouth.

The kiss was far from graceful. It was more animalistic from how he sought after me. Even the look of his eyes revealed someone that had been starved for too long.

His persistent kisses soon moved to the scruff of my neck. A slightly cool sensation would be left where his tongue would pass over. His hands would pass over my chest and slowly bring my neckline of my clothes lower as he further kissed my neck.

I had accidentally let out a coquettish gasp and covered my mouth soon afterwards.

"...Don't cover up," he said sexily with heavy pants.

My chest 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 the kneading of my thighs against the contact of his own legs.

We joined in for another kiss where our tongues would entangle. I reflexively placed my hands on his shoulders and gripped his shirt tightly.

Garett's kisses are so sweet...

I never knew that his kisses could be so hot and so soft...I would not mind kissing him all day if I could.

When he tried to pull away, I desperately latched onto his neck like a needy child.