With her stood in front of me in the most elegant wedding dress, perfectly sculpted to fit her body, I knew for sure I was attracted to her, but then who wouldn’t be.
The ceremony was a daze of words and movement with only one thing remaining constant the entire time, a pair of bright blue eyes reading my soul. It wasn’t unnerving now, it was familiar, I liked it when she looked at me like that. It was such a curious look but with a ferocious intent that lay so badly hidden below the surface. My bear gave me no visions now; he was just as enthralled and just as taken with her as I was. Whatever lay shifting beneath her skin, whatever was ready to break free, my bear wanted it.
“I do,” I muttered as I looked into the eyes of my wife. My wife. She was my wife. Jasmine was my wife. I was someone's husband.
That was it, those two tiny words, completely innocent by themselves, completely unsuspecting, was all it took. When put together those words were a life sentence, one I was oddly not starting to regret. I fingered the ring on my finger, twisting it slowly, feeling the permanent metal against my tanned skin. We walked away from the crowds and a little too late I took her hand as we passed them by, of course to much applause from the people around us.
We hadn’t kissed at the altar but now as my hand was firmly gripped in hers I was wondering what it would be like to kiss her. What would she taste like? I shook my head rapidly, forcing away any thoughts of that nature. I still wanted to get to know her, to know what lay beneath that teasing smile and swirling blue eyes. I knew that would come soon, she couldn’t keep it hidden for much longer. I had a feeling now that my mom knew; perhaps that was why she had refused for us to meet for too long? Curiosity was getting the better of me but I tried as best as I could to keep it hidden, to keep my burning questions to myself.
“So my wife, where are we going?” I asked casually. It was the first time I had called her my wife, at least directly to her anyway. I mouthed the word to myself again, testing it out; I could get used to it.
“You don’t know?” she asked curiously, it sounded like she was honestly shocked but the small tear at her lips and the little almost unnoticeable glint in her eyes told me otherwise. She was playing with me, nobody ever played with me.
“Of course not, my dear,” I said putting a little emphasis on the last part. Her eyebrows rose in a teasingly look, almost like she was challenging me, nobody ever challenged me; who would challenge a bear?
“Then I guess it will be a surprise,” she said, clearly trying to hold back a small laugh. Jasmine walked away from me, dropping my hand as quickly as I had taken hers. Leaving me bounding after her she moved quickly towards the waiting car. Jasmine would challenge a bear, that much was now clear.
Chapter Six
It was completely dark when the driver slowed to a stop and we arrived at where we would be staying for the next two weeks. I wasn’t sure when Jasmine had fallen asleep on my lap or when I had started running my hands through her vibrant red hair but it was almost painful to stop. We had been travelling for almost a day and it was surprising what 24 hours of travelling could do for a couple. I had gotten to know her in the time we had spent together; learnt about her job, her family and her childhood. In turn I had shared things with her, things I hadn’t really spoken to anyone about.
Of course everything had been slightly guarded; I still didn’t really know where we were or even what Jasmine really was. Of course she knew what I was, she hadn’t even tried to hide it, but I hadn’t questioned her, I could already tell she didn’t want to share what she was hiding and for now I was reluctantly ok with that. I felt like I knew her at least a little now; I had heard my wife laugh for the first time, I had seen her truly smile and something inside me had changed a
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