The Honeymoon

"You look immaculately beautiful in that dress." He mutters ogling the dress clinging to her curves which she luckily find inside the wooden cabinet of the honeymoon suite—actually there's a bunch of fancy dress in there and all of them are beautiful but this is the most decent she can find, the rest if not see-through it barely covered her breast at all—she might no longer be a virgin but still a proper decorum is a must for her.

Taken aback, she stares at him across the round wooden table in utter surprise. They are indulging in the pleasure of a cup of morning coffee inside the honeymoon's suite of the wide veranda when the flattering statement in it's suddeness emerge.

Finally recovering from the entrapment of astonishment, she tilts her head to her right—the angle she knows makes her look the best. And gives him a smile she knew he can't resist. He groans. The smile on her lips widens seeing the effect of her smile to him.