Chapter 47

“Yunho Oppa?” Tiffany blushed, looking up at Yunho bashfully as he himself strip away his shirt in front of her shamelessly, without any physical concealment at all. She was blushing; of course, knowing him too well that he wouldn’t take off his clothes for no good reason.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He laughed & jumped onto the bed playfully while Tiffany turned as red as a huge, ripe cherry & tried to push him away from her shyly as he seems to be performing something that she doesn’t want to see at the moment, at least not yet.

“What are you trying to do?” She blushed while he lean gradually closer & pressed his lips against hers & then trailed more of his familiar, warm kisses on her neck, devouring them lightly in a very loving manner. His kisses made her shiver & her senses tingle eagerly as usual.

“Can’t a man be a little bit free when it comes to clothes?” He asked, tugging onto her clothes laughingly while she blushed, having a funny, yet passionate thought on what had happened last night is going to be repeated again.

“Ha, sure you can but please stop pressing your lips against me. I will think likewise.” She pouted.

“Can’t a man be romantic towards the person that he loves with all of his soul when he feels like it?” He laughed lightly.

“Sure but with clothes on.” Tiffany replied comically, while he frowned.

“It’s better to feel you with, my dear.” He said seriously.

“Feel me with? As in what?” She blushed.

“Oh nothing, you don’t need to know.” He teased, ing her shirt playfully while she pouted & grabbed her clothes closer to her, not willing to allow them to slip away from her at the moment.

“Oppa. What do you think you are doing?” She asked, hiding her bashful emotions by feigning anger.

“I want to show you something that will assure you that I will never leave you. Not now, not ever. I will be with you eternally & I will show you to assure you, darling, since you are not so sure with all of our rush in love. I know you feel insecure & you doubt that I will always be your one & only husband but don’t worry, I will show you.” He said in a rather loving & passionate way.

“Are you...Are you trying to make me feel helpless again? Are you trying to get me in your arms & make me feel vulnerable, yet again?” She asked incoherently.

“You are already in my arms & no, sweetheart, I’m not trying to make you feel weak or vulnerable. Trust me, I want you to be strong. I hope that by assuring you through these acts, you will be stronger than before. I want to tell you that I will stay faithful & devoted to you throughout eternity & I want us to be officially husband & wife again. I know there’s nothing wrong with us right now but I want us to honour each other.” He said, shifting himself beside her, resulting her cheeks to burn at his words & at the realization that her husband’s lovemaking is something she can hardly live without. She sighed shyly & buried her face in his chest.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Just say that we are through with this whole funny divorce thing, without hating each other & reconcile, without having any problems. Everything is just crazy.”

“I know but I doubt that we will stay like lovers until we are old.”

“We will, I promise you, we will. When we are both old, we will still be holding each other’s hand & watch our children play.”

“You mean it, Oppa?” She blushed.

“Of course, I do. I meant what I said before when we vow to stay in love with each other eternally & I mean it now & I will always mean it, sweetheart. I will always do.” He whispered.

“Promise?” She blushed, closing her eyes tenderly.

“I swear.” He whispered, & cheekily, he nibble her ear playfully, yet gently, much to her delight.

“I didn’t want you to swear, just promise.” She whispered.

“I promise then.” He grinned while kissing her eyelids.

“Hmmm. Good boy.” She sighed while allowing him to caress her tenderly.

“Really? I’m good?” He teased.

“Yeah. Very good.”

“I think, honey, I’m going to be a bad boy here. A very bad boy, in fact.” He whispered breathlessly, & significantly, he threw her shirt onto the floor with soft, fluid motion.

“Bad? My husband?”

“Yeah, your husband is turning bad.” He whispered, & reached out his arms to embrace her while she sighed & looked up at him before allowing herself to be