moment my lips grazed his, I regretted not kissing him back the other day.

I expected Calix to be surprised after my reaction when he kissed me initially but no, Calix seemed to already see this coming.

His hand cupped the back of my neck and he slammed his lips to mine making my breath hitch and my hands clutched his shoulders to support myself as my legs wobbled due to the intensity of the kiss.

He tilted my head for better access as he devoured my lips with a pent up hunger of years as he claimed to me.

Couple of seconds or maybe minutes, I don't know how long we kissed but eventually I got the hold of it and kissed him back with equal passion and I soon felt his other hand grabbed the back of my thigh and I was pulled over his lap as I locked my hands around his neck, my fingers playing with the hair on his nape.

In a swift movement, I found myself being rolled over, my back hitting the bed, his body hovering mine as he made sure not to press his injured chest to me, his hands supporting himself.

I gasped and he shoved his tongue inside my mouth, the sweet flavour of his mouth mingling with mine and my heart exploded when his tongue caressed mine.

My fingers trailed down to his back, feeling his muscles flex under my touch and I moaned softly into the kiss.

Why did I never kiss him before? The intimacy of a kiss can never match any other physical relation.

I breathed heavily, it was getting difficult to breath by every second but I just couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop.

Calix was the first person I ever kissed and there isn't going to be a another person ever. This is it.

When he didn't stop for another few seconds, I tapped his shoulder a few times and squeezed his shoulder gently.

He finally wrenched his lips away from mine and my eyes fluttered opened and gazed into his darkened eyes.

We both were panting but he wasn't done yet as he dipped his head and pressed his lips to my jaw and then continued to trail kisses down my neck, biting and sucking and licking making me writhe underneath him.

And when his fingers gripped my hips, I realised what he had in mind and I whispered, "Stop." It's not that I don't want him but he is hurt and I am still on my periods. We can't take it any further. Not today.

His body froze and he lifted his head from my neck. "I swear to god, Althea, if you say this kiss was a mistake--"

I quickly pressed a kiss to his mouth to silence him. "No...I..."

He didn't let me speak as his lips once again claimed mine for another couple of seconds and he bit my lower lips before pulling back.

His tongue darted out to lick his lips. "Tell me this isn't a mistake." His voice was low and husky.

"I kissed you because I wanted to, Calix. It isn't a mistake neither do I regret it." I assured him.

And then I made the mistake of trailing my eyes down his body, my eyes settling on his arousal pressed against his trousers and my eyes widened. "Calix!"

His eyes followed my gaze and I shut my eyes firmly, blushing.

And he pressed his hips to mine and a moan threatened to escape my mouth. "You mean this, baby?"

"Calix..." I whimpered as he started to rock his hips against mine. "We... can't..."

His hot breath fanned my ear and he spoke huskily, "Why not, baby?"

"You...are hurt...and I am...on my periods."

His hips stilled immediately. "Shit, I forgot. I'm sorry."

He rolled off me and sat up straight and I did the same, my cheeks still burning and I was extremely turned on.

"I--" I was cut off when he kissed me once again and soon, I found myself on his lap. He just loves making me sit on his lap.

When we parted, he rested his forehead on mine. "You have no fucking idea how long I have waited for this."

"Well...you used to be a jerk that's why or else I would have kissed a long time back."

He titled his head and his lips brushed mine and he smirked. "Did I finally manage to melt your heart, Mrs Andrews?"

"Maybe..."

"Maybe? Do you want me to turn that into a yes?"

I forgot whatever I was about to say when I saw that one of his wounds started to bleed again. "Oh God, see I told you not to get up. Look, it's bleeding again. Lay down now."

Nodding, he laid down and I once again cleaned and bandaged his wound. "Now, you better keep resting."

"But I need to change my clothes, Al." He gestured to his trousers. "Among other stuffs."

"Then let the bleeding stop and rest for a while and then change."

"Okay."

"And I made steak so let's have dinner now."

His eyes darkened. ‌"I would rather have you."

Oh God. "I-I am on my period."

A smirk slowly spread across his face."I was talking about kissing, what did you have in mind, baby?"

What the fuck! My eyes widened and blushed with embarrassment and to save myself from it, I rushed down and started to cook the steak. Trying not to think of how I embarrassed myself, I focused on cooking.

Once I was done, I took the plate upstairs to our bedroom and frowned when I saw him coming out of the bathroom. "I told you to rest, idiot."

"I did rest but then you disappeared and I was getting bored so..."

I rolled my eyes and placed the plate on the nightstand. "I made steak for dinner."

"I can see that."

I shot him a glare as he sat down and leaned back against the headboard. "Feed me?"

"Your hands look fine to me."

He looked down to his right hand and lifted it up and then dropped it down immediately, letting out a fake groan. "Ouch. They hurt too now."

"How convincing." I rolled my eyes at his dramatic behaviour.

"Please." He pouted sadly giving me his puppy eyes.

"Fine, idiot."

I sat down on the bed beside him and keeping the plate on my lap, cut a piece of the steak and fed him.

He grinned like a kid after he was done eating it. "Thank you, wife."

I tried not to blush at that and when I held another piece to his mouth, he shook his head and grabbing my wrist, he turned the fork to my mouth instead, telling me to eat now.

"I have my own--" He forced the fork inside my mouth, not letting me speak any further.

"You are bossy." I commented.

He shrugged. "As if you aren't yourself. Match made in heaven." And he winked cheekily.

"Idiot." I muttered and continued to feed him.

After I was done, I placed the plate back on the nightstand and asked him what I wanted to ask for a long time. "On our wedding day...you said, I looked like a dream, why?"

His thumb stroked my cheek. "I always dreamt of marrying you so our wedding day was like a dream come true. And you were standing infront of me as my bride, so, yeah you looked like a dream, baby."

Okay, that might have been the sweetest compliment I ever received. A dream. I was his dream.

"And...that day...I wasn't disgusted by the idea of kissing you, Calix. I just wasn't ready to give you away my first kiss, that's it. I didn't mean to hurt you." I confessed.

"Yeah, I got that. It's okay."

I felt relieved, ever since that day I was feeling so guilty because of how hurt he looked.

I nodded and smiled softly at him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. And yet again I told him to rest while I went downstairs to place away the dirty dishes.

When I came back, thankfully, this time he was lying on the bed waiting for me. I quickly changed my dress and joined him.

With my palm tucker under my cheek, we both stared at each other in silence.

"Is it still hurting?" I asked softly, gesturing to his chest.

"No..." But I didn't believe him.

"Take me to England with you, Al. I will miss you." He whispered, his voice sounded so vulnerable.

"I thought we already agreed about you flying over there once the World Cup starts."

"But, I am hurt now, who will take care of me?"

I chuckled at his childishness. "Your wounds will heal a bit in a week's time."

"What if I get hurt again?"

"Then you go to the hospital."

"What if I don't want to go to the hospital?"

"You go to your parents."

"What if they aren't there?"

"You have your siblings."

"They are nuisance but what if they are also not there?"

"You have your best friend. I'm sure he will help you."

He scowled. "You just don't want to bring me along, huh? What do you think I will do? Distract you?"

"Yes." Because let's be honest, I will get distracted by his presence in a good way.

"You are so heartless." He huffed. "Now I am going to be there the moment World Cup starts and I am going to distract you so much even during the match."

I chuckled loudly. "Okay, idiot. Now go to sleep, you need rest."

Since he couldn't cuddle with me properly because of his injury, he extended his arm and told me to rest my head on his bicep.

"Your hand will get numb."

"I don't care. I can't sleep if you aren't cuddling with me."

My heart skipped a beat on his words and I placed my on his bicep and rested my arm on his lower torso where there weren't any injuries.

He kissed the side of my head. "Goodnight, baby."

I sighed softly in satisfaction. "Goodnight, Calix."