Chapter 277: Hours Of The Night
Her own arms wrapped around his neck, and he was quite surprised when she reciprocated his display of affection– their mouths perfectly molded, their tongues locked and sliding against each other. He could feel his muscles relax when he tasted sunshine on her lips, his heartbeat merging with her own as they shared a beautiful moment under the magical night at the capitals.
How much he needed her in his life terrified him. He could feel something in his heart rip apart at the thought of her distance, and it felt like fear. He couldn’t imagine love was like this for everyone; if so then a lot of men would have become a lunatic for their wives! Maybe it was just him, or maybe just the two of them alone.
When he pulled back, he opened his eyes to stare into those emeralds that gleamed with a nocturnal glow. When she rested her head on his chest with her arms around him, a smile painting her features as she continued to watch the entertainment, something strong gripped his heart. He’s never been so possessed by another person before– the way she consumed him and his mind were in ways he couldn’t possibly articulate, and he would never let go of this heavenly feeling.
"Whoa! Ivan, did you see that?!" She pointed at one of the entertainers who breathed out a large flame from his mouth, and every other thing that interested her, she drew Ivan’s attention towards it. However, the vampire solely had his eyes on her, taking photos of her every reaction and framing it in his mind.
When they felt they’ve spent more than enough time outside, before the guards came looking for them, they decided to head back. Samantha was still feeling the festivity spirit in her blood, whilst she walked ahead of Ivan while chattering on about all the best parts of the Autumn festival. Her cheeks were rosy, and she had this smile on her lips that refused to fade, however, Ivan was quiet all through, giving her his attention as he listened to all the interesting rubbish she spewed.
"We’re down to the last one." Ivan’s eyes were fixed on the single roasted chestnut in his hand, and he peeled it before handing it to his wife who gazed at him with round eyes, seemingly stupefied as she received the last chestnut from his grip, and then it moved to the empty transparent pouch in his grip.
"Did you need more?" Reading her expression as someone who wanted extra, he looked behind him to see how far they’d left the central square. "We haven’t walked that far, do you want to go back and–"
"But you bought two of these bags filled with roasted chestnuts, did you peel... Everything by yourself??" She blinked in astonishment upon realizing she ate everything.
"I’m starting to eat too much these days aren’t I?" Her hands subconsciously moved to feel her body, "I ate three square meals for breakfast and lunch today, and I finished two bags of roasted chestnuts" she gasped and met Ivan’s indifferent stare, "I feel like I’m becoming a glutton now. What if I add weight?"