[Book one in the Nystrom duology]
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[Dual pov]
TW: This book contains heavy themes such as mature content, language and sensitive topics.
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☾︎ Maeve ☽︎
I wash my face and brush my teeth in front of the bathroom mirror, my eyes barely wanting to open after I woke up and made breakfast.
I fix my dress that I found in my closet, remembering that I used to be obsessed with white dresses. But this one is really pretty.
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I chuckle, shaking my head when I notice my black-haired man still sleeping in our bed due to the open bathroom door.
"Amore," I hear him call out for me, his voice sounding low and raspy, "Come back to bed," He groans, turning his body around as his gaze meets mine.
"Did you forget that we are going to plan the last few things for the wedding with your mom today?" I tell him and he closes his eyes, another groan escaping his throat.
He sighs and rubs his face before he slowly mutters, "I completely forgot."
"So get up, pretty boy." I tell him and a small smile eases onto his lips, showing me the dimples that I love so much, "I saved you some breakfast downstairs,"
His eyes are slightly open, his gaze still on mine as his smile grows wider while my confusion grows.
"Why are you staring like that?" I nervously chuckle, stepping out of the bathroom as his eyes follow my figure.
"Because you're gorgeous," Silas smirks and I'm now completely sure that there is never a day he doesn't call me gorgeous. It's like his morning routine.
"My gorgeous, gorgeous girl." His raspy voice says while Silas props himself up on his elbows, tilting his head to the side.
I need to try my best not to flush red, clearing my throat as I look the other way, hearing him chuckle.
