Too Late For Regrets [Extra #1]

Part 14

I would say the remaining two weeks of our honeymoon were peaceful if it weren't for my husband. I made a huge mistake by removing the pillow barricade. It gave him the perfect opportunity to wrap himself around me like a fucking boa constrictor and nearly suffocate me every single night. And for some bizarre reason, after the first night, I couldn't find any extra pillows anywhere.

He fucking got rid of them just so I wouldn't put up a barricade again.

Jokes on him, though, cause I used the blanket to separate him from me.

It was ineffective. Jokes on me.

It was finally our last day, and as usual, I woke up to the feeling of having my ribs crushed. "You're crushing me," I groaned tiredly and tried to remove his arms from my body. My effort was fruitless, though, as he was much heavier than me and because he was asleep, his heavy arm was completely limp and impossible to move.

"Let go, I can't breathe," I grumbled, but all he did was to squeeze me even tighter. He was almost lying on top of me by then, and I could hardly breathe because of him. Yet he still didn't move. He was sleeping like a log, completely unbothered by the fact that he was about to wake up hugging a corpse.

After a few more unsuccessful tries to move him away, I finally had enough, and I pinched his nose harshly. It was only when he couldn't breathe that he woke up.

"Why would you do that?" he asked groggily, rubbing his nose. "I couldn't breathe..."

"And neither could I. Would you mind moving your heavy body off of mine?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," he smiled, knowing exactly how much it annoyed me when he used me as his body pillow.

"No, you're not," I scoffed and inhaled dramatically just to show him I was angry.

"You're right, I'm not sorry," he smiled and leaned on his arm. "You're really comfortable to snuggle."

"You did not just say that to me," I rolled my eyes at him then got up from the bed to get ready. "Snuggle, really? What am I, a body pillow?"

"You're soft like one," he grinned. It was at that moment that I was convinced he was still drunk, but then I remembered that he didn't drink with me the previous day.

I said nothing and simply went to the bathroom to get dressed. I had no idea what was wrong with him, but he kept annoying me for the whole day. Since it was our last day in Greece, we went back to the mainland and prepare to return to America. We had a lot to take with us, since we both did some excessive shopping.

It would be a lie if I said our 'relationship' didn't improve over the last two weeks of our trip, but it was inevitable, since we were together almost twenty-four seven. Of course, there were staff on the yacht, like the captain, the chef and the maids, but they didn't speak English that well, so I couldn't really converse with them. So, I had no choice but spend time with my husband. There wasn't even a place for me to hide from him...

Except for when we docked at various islands to get fuel and do shopping. I unashamedly used those rare chances to run away and enjoy my solitude. Unfortunately, my husband seemed to have an uncanny ability to find me no matter where I went, so I always ended up having him with me while I was exploring the area. I wondered if he put some chip on me to follow my moves, but he adamantly denied it. He even joked that he found me so easily thanks to his 'husband sense'. It was so ridiculous I could only laugh.

If there was one thing my husband was good at, it was making me laugh. He would often say things that I found so absurd I had no idea how to respond.

However, that didn't mean I enjoyed spending so much time with him. It was like having a stranger following me all the time. Because that's who he was – a stranger. We knew each other for a month and we literally met at our own wedding.