"Are you feeling alright?"
Silas whispered softly into her ear. By then, he'd pulled her against himself until their bodies touched.
"Yes," still red in the face, Arabella lifted her forehead off his chest, "I am still feeling even better than alright," her beam was meek, but not worryingly so.
It was the kind of smile someone floating across rivers of pure bliss would offer.
"What did you think of your wedding, my Lady?" the vampire's lips drew the faintest of sweet grins on him.
Sheepish so as to remain the least noticeable.
"I thought it was the most wonderful night of my life," she chuckled, her eyes not leaving his for a second.
"Well, it is the most wonderful… For now,"
It was incredible that her beet red face could turn even redder than it already had.
Those daring words prompted her to break eye contact only to stare down at his chest.
"Flustered already?" he teased, "If yes, then I don't know how you'll be able to handle what's to come," he shook his head.
