The Love of the Racer
Finally ....

Weak footsteps of the shoulder tub carry a mountain of burden. Low-eye vision implies a hit of a million minds. On the swing inserts Jesslyn's legs appeared to be drowning in daydreams. His heart was having trouble establishing feelings.

The memory of all of Allesya's sentences continued to flash. As if urging him to immediately sit down for an answer. Huh! This dilemma situation is indeed not wearing, where he must choose to side with the conscience or ego of the mind.

Jesslyn continued to walk down the hospital hallway without caring about the whereabouts of Jeaven who had accompanied her. After coming out of the treatment room, the man deliberately followed him.

Until the road slowly slows down with facial expressions like holding back pain. Apparently he was having cramps in the legs. The hand touches the wall next to it so that the body can stand. And the gelagatnya immediately realized Jeaven who had earlier accompanied.

"Why?" ask the worried-looking Jeaven.

Jesslyn did not speak. He chose silence while trying to master the attack of pain in his leg, hoping that the discomfort disappeared immediately. However, his efforts ended in vain.

"Jess." Jeaven's voice this time was a gift for Jesslyn's attention. The woman looked at him with a gaze full of meaning.

"My legs are cramping," Jesslyn replied in the end. Since she was pregnant she often experienced cramps in the abdomen, back, and legs alternately.

"Can you still walk?"

Jesslyn shook her head. "It hurts a lot."

"I'm a carry?" Jeaven slightly bent down, preparing to hold Jesslyn if the offer is accepted. And it turned out that the woman nodded slowly as her hands were carried around her neck.

Jeaven immediately lifted Jesslyn's tiny body into a sling, continued walking and stopped at a park. He lowered the woman on an empty bench in the corner.

It looks like all around the flowers are blooming. Butterflies also appear to fly. The atmosphere that happened to be lonely impressed romantic when Jeaven gathered handsomely with his handsome face.

"Say it's uncomfortable." Jeaven began massaging Jesslyn's legs painstakingly.

"Akh!" Jesslyn screeched lightly.

"illness?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Sorry."

"Slow down."

"Like this?" Jeaven seemed to reduce her massage.

"Yes." Yeah."

For a moment the pair of human children did not return. Jeaven seemed to focus on massaging unwittingly Jesslyn's gaze was adrift on her beautiful face.

Still same. He's very handsome. His self-carrying was also still as rigid as before. But ... I feel his attitude is warmer now. It must be because I'm pregnant with her child.

Jesslyn paused her monologue inwardly when she remembered something that had been forgotten. Jeaven is always there when he is bullied or in danger.

Jeaven always brought her home drunk. Jeaven who always covers her body when looking sexy. Jeaven jailed artist Angelina Rowler for harassing her. Jeaven successfully thwarts Rocky's depraved intentions of raping her, though a hot night ensues between them.

As a child, Jeaven was always my protector, but her cold nature always hurt me. Oh heart, should I believe it? I'm in a dilemma right now.

"How now? Still sore?" Jeaven looked up until her gaze met Jesslyn's never-changing gaze.

There is no sense of awkwardness in Jesslyn even though she was caught by the man. The beautiful woman even grew her gaze with her lips ready to say.

"If we get married, but my hatred for you still exists, how?" Jesslyn seemed to remind of the decision of Jeaven who invited her to get married.

"You're still my wife."

"Although I intend to take revenge for my heartache?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Because I know you so well."

"Ow, isn't it because of love?" Jesslyn murmured for not being satisfied with Jeaven's answer.

"I've told you love, but you don't believe."

"Hi! You're such a bitch!" The hand that was preparing to throw a punch ended up in Jeaven's grasp. Jesslyn's cheeks frowned instantly as the man gently kissed her knuckles.

"Married to me, just judge my feelings."

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Mounds of blankets wrap two bodies that are asleep in the sumudera of dreams. They look peaceful in shading comfort. The hiccups grow stronger and share the warmth in the morning.

The roll of the blanket started to wave along with the body inched into the embrace. In her subconscious, Jesslyn so enjoyed the chest field that is currently the place to put the cheeks. Even though his eyelids were still closed, his body reacted.

Jesslyn's spoiled movements apparently pulled Jeaven from the snoring. The man opened his eyes and was immediately greeted by a pleasant warm atmosphere. The tiny creature that was currently drowning inside his armpits really looked adorable.

Slowly pulled the tapered chin of the beloved until looking up at him. He could not help but kiss the woman's little forehead with a feeling of love. Unsatisfied desire he continued to kiss the lips ranum that looked a little open.

It was a lovely morning all his life. In between Jeaven's kiss she smiled as Jesslyn replied to her. Lumattan is more intense followed by hands that begin to fumble.

"Hm ...." Jesslyn muttered as Jeaven made a small bite on her lips. Along with that the eyelids that were originally still clenched slowly open.

Jesslyn was not immediately surprised when her blurred vision saw Jeaven still heavily kissing her. He was still not fully able to digest the situation because lives had not been collected perfectly. It was thought that the scenery this time was just a dream. So there was no deafening hysterical scream.

The woman closed her eyes again and continued to balance the man's kiss. Until the naughty squeeze on the chest mound instantly drew all his consciousness.

"Yeah! How dare you!" Jesslyn inched backwards with both hands pressed against Jeaven's chest, followed by throwing a ketus mimic as usual. He tried to distance himself further, but the man was still reluctant to break his embrace. "And what is this? Why can you sleep with me? You're not acting perverted, are you?!" the intensity of a little sanctions and also the confusion.

Jeaven replied to Jesslyn's unfriendly reply with an intimidating look as well as understanding. He was neither angry nor hurt.

"There's nothing wrong if I want to pervert you. If I wanted to I'd eat you right now."

Jesslyn jumped out of a lying position. Crossed reflex hands in front of the chest. "Don't be crazy! You have no right. And now get out!"

Jeaven got up and leaned on the headboard. "Jesslyn, I'm your husband now." He emphasizes.

Jesslyn's head suddenly felt shaken by a hammer to recall that her current status had become the wife of a Jeaven. It felt like a dream because the marriage between them just happened. Suddenly without a plan or even a series of events like a luxury wedding.

A sacred event witnessed only by a priest and a parent. There are Jaeden, Brayn, and Monica.

After the talk at the hospital park yesterday, Jeaven apparently moved quickly. The next day the wedding was done. Allesya who was sick suddenly healed. Jeffrey and Jenny who had just arrived in London had to fly back to Switzerland.

"Later you sleep on the couch. I can't sleep with you." Jesslyn shifted the subject. In fact, he was hiding his awkwardness.

Jeaven brought the foot down the contest. Still standing next to the bed his mouth let out a sigh, as a form of disobedience. "Your request is too heavy. I can't."

"Ck! You're so spoiled apparently. Then I'll just sleep on the couch you sleep in the bed."

"I'll make sure tomorrow there won't be any more couches in this room." Jeaven was a bit clumsy with the way Jesslyn thought wrongly about her. Not because he objected to sleeping on the sofa, but because he really wanted to sleep with his wife.

"Are that what?!"

"In order not to stop me from fucking you."

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