DAY 4 HIS POV

it was hot inside of the cab, and the AC wasn’t really helping much. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to complain as he stared out of the window and looked at the streets that flashed by. He immediately noticed that it looked a lot more crowded over here than at the part of the town you had been staying at. People were covering the pavements, walking back and forth, talking to the person beside them or just typing away on their phones. After the realization hit him that this was your final night here he had wanted to do something special, so had had asked around a little and when he had heard about this small restaurant he had made a reservation, hoping that he would be able to please you with it. To his delight you had been very excited, it was the first time the two of you were going to have dinner outside the hotel. The thought that his honeymoon was already over didn’t exactly bring him much joy, but the thought that you would still be his, no matter where he went covered up for that. He was just scared that he wouldn’t have as much time for you anymore once you’d leave here, and actually he was getting tired of that. His life had changed now, he had a wife, and he wanted to share his moments with her. The taxi was moving at a decent speed, not too fast and not too slow so that he had the perfect chance to take in his surroundings. Even though he had seen so mane places, he wasn’t sure if he had seen anything as beautiful as this. Why couldn’t he stay just a little bit longer? s probably wouldn’t make a very big deal out of it if he would decide to extend his holiday a little. 

He still remembered how excited those guys had been when he had first told him that he was gigot to pop the question. They had offered to help him, but he had wanted to do it by himself and had only asked them for advice from time to time. They had been thrilled to know that their friend was about to get married to the girl he loved, and he knew he had to be grateful for having them in his life. Suddenly he felt as if he was being watched, he could feel the tingling sensation at the side of his face and he quickly turned his head to see if he was right. Immediately his eyes locked with yours, noticing that you had been studying him from your side of the car. He couldn’t help but smile, the thought that you couldn’t help but staring at him made him feel shy, but also flattered. It was weird how things could change over time, before he had met you he had always cared about what other thought of him, now the only opinion he cared about was yours. Maybe that was why he was a little less confident when he was with you, because to him, what you thought of him was the most important thing. Not that it was a bad thing, you helped him keeping both of his feet on the ground, and that was exactly what he needed. Without saying anything he lifted up your hand, enjoying the way your skin felt around his and brought it up towards his lips, brushing your knuckles against them. It wasn’t just the feeling of doing this that gave him a lot of satisfaction, also the look on your face as you watched what he was doing made it totally worth it. He closed his eyes for a second, taking in your scent and enjoying your close presence, because for now that seemed like the only thing that mattered. When he fluttered his eyelids open he saw that your intense stare was still on him, and he couldn’t help it as the heat traveled to his cheeks. He smiled at you as he saw you batting your eyelashes at him, as if you were lost. 

“What?” He asked carefully, not wanting to destroy the moment that existed in between the two of you. Sometimes he had the feeling as if you two were in your own little bubble and that there was no one else that could get in there. But that wasn’t the case, there were people who could see you and he quickly eyed the driver, but relaxed when he saw that he was concentrated on the road ahead of him. It was hard sometimes to not just focus on you and leave out everything else, because nothing else seemed important. “Nothing.” He immediately noticed that you were speaking softly as well and before you turned your head away from him towards the window he could see your cheeks starting to burn. Should he just tell you? That he adored that small blush of yours and that he wanted to see it every single moment of every single day. It was probably the reason why he loved teasing you so much, it had nothing to do with the fooling around itself, it was all about making you blush. Instead of saying it he reached out for you, placing his fingers underneath your chin and turned your head back to him, wanting to have eye contact with you. God, it should be illegal for you to look like this, because that color of your dress was making him close to loose his mind. From the moment you had stepped out of the bathroom in your hotel he hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off of you, secretly glancing at you during every chance he got. “Did I already tell you that you’re looking amazing?” He didn’t mind if the driver would hear him say those words, because he meant every single on of them. He knew that you were beautiful and unique, but during times like these it was hard for him to believe that you were actually real. 

That dress was hugging your figure at all the right places, showing off everything he liked about you. It was slightly more revealing than the things you normally wore in public, and it had caught him off guard. He had expected you to look nice for your night out, but this was nice on a whole other level. This was a dress that he rather have you wear at home, so that he was the only one that could see you in it. The thought that there were other men who would be able to stare at you while wearing this made him want to pull off his jacket and throw it over your shoulders in order to cover you up. He knew he shouldn’t care about that, because after all you were married to him, and there was no one who could still take you away from him. Still, when he stared at that low cut on your chest he couldn’t do anything else than swallow, imagining what he would be doing to you if you weren’t in public. Did you know how much you were torturing him with those looks? Besides, you were also smelling insanely good today, maybe he had to ask what shampoo you had used. “So I’m going to have to spend the evening keeping the other men away from you.” He muttered, already able to imagine himself having to act as your bodyguard, but his sour mood quickly faded as you giggled and slapped his arm. No matter how good you looked in that dress, you would always be cute. He couldn’t help himself as his hand started traveling away from your chin and made its way towards the side of your face. How badly he just wanted to be near you at this moment, the longing feeling was almost painful. He slowly leaned towards you, seeing that he was teasing you by taking his time, which made him feel slightly good. 

But eventually he wasn’t able to keep himself in anymore, still you were faster than him and he was overwhelmed when you speeded towards him and pressed your mouth on his. He had planned to only give you a small peck and pull away again, knowing that the two of you were in public. But he failed, instead he moved his lips over yours, grateful for the calmness that the feeling of kissing you seemed to give him. He noticed that he was blushing, since he couldn’t seem to hold himself in. When he pulled away he knew that you could see it but he couldn’t bring himself to care. After kissing you he always felt as if he could handle the worl