Chapter 37
Kol woke patting the bed beside him. Kessa wasn’t there. He looked at his hand and saw his wedding ring. He didn’t dream that they got married. Where was she? Sitting on the bed, he stared at the large curtain that covered ‘the door’. In his heart, he knew Kessa was aware of the door. It hadn’t been used since Sarah threw the soap dish at him. He walked over to the curtain, ripping it back exposing ‘the door.’ He stopped resting his head and his hand on the wood. ‘Should he knock? Was she asleep?’ With her injured hip and the added pleasure of getting to know her new husband, she was most likely asleep. ‘Knock.’ His head commanded. He couldn’t make his hand work to do so.
He lifted his head in astonishment as he heard the knob turn. She was smiling from ear to ear, “my husband.” Her left eyebrow, she made dance playfully, “shirtless.” He stepped inside her chamber with that sideways grin on his face that she loved to see. “What brings you here?”
“I would like to make a suggestion.”
“Please.” She limped to set on the bed.
He knelt in the floor in front of her. “I know its custom for a man and a wife to have separate spaces.” He trailed his fingers up and down her thighs. “I don’t like it. I want to fall asleep and wake up beside you. Would you object to trying?”
“Not at all.” The speed of her answer shocked him.
“Really?” He joined her on the bed.
“I like the thought of waking up every morning with my hands all over you.” She grinned.
He planted soft kisses on her neck, “and I will let you.”
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