AFIRE

Gigil

Hey guys,
I've decided to transfer this chapter Gigil from HURRICANE to this story AFIRE to separate the mature content from the kilig/giddy ones. I noticed that Hurricane has readers who are below 18, so I created Afire. So expect more steamy, detailed and mature scenes here. Hope you guys don't mind. Thank you ❤️

- hdrmd24

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Fast forward, 1 week after their marriage. (Yes, in my mind they marry)

ALDEN's POV

It's been a week since I gave her my last name and it's still all so surreal. When I wake up next to her every morning since, I can't help but pinch myself and say, this is my wife in my arms.

"Good morning, Mrs. Faulkerson."

"Mmm, yes. I'm Mrs. Faulkerson. I need to get used to that."

We were spooning, and then she turned towards me and gave me a peck on the lips.

"So, anong plano today?"

We were still savoring the last few days of our honeymoon. We just got back from our Eurotrip last night and I think jet lag got the better of us. We need to start kicking things off, because soon we'll be back to work.

"How about breakfast?"

"In bed?" I said, with a smirk.

"Hala, that's not what I meant. Ikaw Rj ha."

To be honest, I miss making love to her. Because during our honeymoon, we've only made love once, the second night. And to be honest, it was as awkward as heck, for both of us. It was our first time, and I think we were both second guessing ourselves. We tried so hard to make it special but to no avail. I know, because I asked her first.

We also wanted to make the most out of our 5 day Eurotrip, sight seeing and taking lots of polaroids. We planned to have them made into a collage. A sort of weeksary celebration.

"Ikaw naman, di na mabiro. Osige na, let's make breakfast."

We both got up, brushed our teeth, washed our faces and went to the kitchen. I couldn't help but notice what she was wearing. She had on one of my white vneck muscle shirts, with the arm hole low. I could see her cleavage, mainly because she put her hair up in a bun, and I couldn't help but admire how sexy she looked. And her legs were also showing, because she had on a pair of her boy leg shorts, which barely covered her behind. Gigil.

"What do you want? Bacon? Eggs? Sinangag?"

She said, rummaging through the fridge. Mama Ten was kind enough to fill up our kitchen while we were away.

"Kahit ano basta ikaw nagluto."

"Rj, ang aga aga, humihirit ka nanaman."

I watched her cook, while sitting on the stool next to the counter, with my face rested on my palm. I got my phone, connected it to the speaker, and played "Akin ka na lang". Yes, it's still one of our songs.

When she heard it, she started swaying her hips. I started singing as well. Mid song, I made my way to her and embraced her from behind. I rested my chin on her shoulder and then buried my nose in her neck. I couldn't help myself, her scent was so enticing. She still puts on my favorite perfume of hers after all these years.