30 Days Till I Divorce My Husband novel Chapter 348

Kissing Erik’s cheeks and ears, Bryce whispered, “Erik, you’re so handsome. Your real hair looks so much better than those wigs.”

Bryce then kissed her lips, gently undressed her, and without hesitation, claimed Erik as his own.

After a whirlwind of passion, Bryce felt particularly famished. They headed back to the kitchen for dinner, where Bryce, invigorated by their earlier activities, served himself two heaping plates of food—and still wanted more.

Erik wasn’t a master chef, but seeing Bryce’s hearty appetite made Erik realize she hadn’t married the wrong person.

Before, Erik never felt this way about Bryce, but lately, she found him increasingly appealing. He seemed like the epitome of masculinity, surpassing many others.

Erik felt a budding affection for Bryce, wondering if he harbored the same romantic feelings for her.

After dinner, Bryce offered to do the dishes, but Erik insisted on taking care of it herself.

As Erik washed the dishes in the kitchen, Bryce, feeling bored alone in the living room, decided to join her.

Observing Erik’s delicate silhouette, appreciating how she grew her hair out and cooked meals for him, Bryce was moved. He hugged her from behind and kissed her ear, saying, “Erik, I’m so bored.”

Erik turned her head, “Why don’t you watch some TV?”

Bryce replied, “Watching you do the dishes is far more interesting.”

However, with Bryce’s embrace, Erik found it hard to continue washing, struggling with the same dish.

Bryce, not one to stay still, whispered into her ear, “Erik, I want more.”

Before Erik, Bryce hadn’t been with a woman, but lately, it felt like unlocking a new passion, one he found himself immersed in.

Holding onto the edge of the sink, Erik said, “I’m washing the dishes.”

Bryce playfully responded, “Keep washing; it doesn’t bother me.”

“Bryce,” Erik gasped, her breath hitching.

During their intimate moments, Erik would call him by his full name, feeling it added a layer of respect and intensity to their connection.

In the kitchen, Erik’s cheeks flushed, the position allowing her a clear view of Bryce’s muscular arms and neck, his veins pronounced, oozing masculinity and allure.

“As we spent more time together, I discovered new things about you – your soft skin, your sensitive body. Being with you felt so right, without any burden.”

“Your changing looks always surprised me, sometimes making it hard to resist you. Gradually, I found myself thinking of you more, even laughing during meetings at memories of you.”

“Now, with your hair longer, I love you even more – your scent, your kisses, your softness. Sometimes, just thinking of you forces me to take a break at work.”

“With you, nothing else seems to matter. My calls, my messages, they all come from a place of longing for you, for your laugh, your bold yet shy responses.”

“I want to be with you like this forever, to hold you, kiss you, and be happy together.”

“Erik, I think this is what being in love feels like.”

Erik, smiling at Bryce’s heartfelt confession, replied, “Bryce, I like you too, in the way a woman loves a man. I enjoy being with you.”

In Bryce’s arms, Erik felt not just the warmth of his body but of his heart, believing that Bryce and Estrella’s presence in her life was her late mother’s way of looking out for her.

As they looked at each other, Bryce lifted her chin and kissed her once more.