Wedding Night

The car ride with Lance was unusually silent, the hum of the engine filling the awkward gaps between us. I couldn't shake the feeling that Lance was hiding a smirk, as if finding amusement in our shared silence."What's so funny?" I finally asked, breaking the quiet tension.Lance glanced at me with a playful glint in his eyes. "Oh, nothing, my dear wife," he replied with a mischievous grin.I raised an eyebrow, not quite sure if I should be amused or irritated. "Wife? Already planning your demise on our wedding night, are we?" I teased back, trying to mask my own amusement.Lance chuckled. "Alright, sweetheart, no need to get feisty. I was just testing the waters," he teased further, clearly enjoying my reactions."You're incorrigible," I retorted, shaking my head in mock exasperation. "But please, save the endearments for private moments. We don't need a public show."The car suddenly came to a halt, and Lance turned to face me, his expression turning more serious. "Are you feeling shy, my dear?" he asked softly.I rolled my eyes. "Not at all. I just want to get some rest. Can we continue without the theatrics?" I replied, feeling a mix of amusement and exhaustion.As Lance resumed driving, he couldn't resist bringing up our earlier kiss. "You know, you looked adorable when we kissed earlier. Like a blushing bride," he remarked with a hint of genuine fondness."Adorable? I think you've lost your mind," I chuckled, pretending to ignore the compliment.I leaned towards the window, relishing the cool night air against my skin. Lance, ever the worrier, quickly closed it, citing my well-being."You'll catch a cold," he said, his concern evident even in the simplest gestures.The contrast between his playful banter and genuine care added layers to our interaction, making the car ride a blend of teasing moments and heartfelt exchanges.As we arrived at our destination, a charming house nestled near the tranquil beach, Lance beamed with pride. "Do you like it? This place is mine. Usually, I spend my vacations here. We can explore other countries for our honeymoon when time allows. But for now, let's cherish our first moments together here, as I'll soon be diving into work," he said with a twinkle in his eyes."Absolutely, it's perfect. We had such a lavish wedding; there's no need to jet off just yet. Besides, this place already feels like a dream," I replied, sharing his excitement.Entering the house, the room awaited us, elegantly arranged. All that remained was for me to unpack my suitcase, meticulously prepared by Mrs. Han and my mother. Lance mentioned he'd freshen up first, leaving me to sort through my things.As I unzipped my suitcase, my heart skipped a beat. Instead of my cozy pajamas, I found lingerie neatly folded. (My Mind What on earth? Did they really pack these? How could I wear them in front of Lance?) I panicked, quickly concealing them as the door swung open, revealing Lance."It's your turn to freshen up," he announced cheerfully, oblivious to my dilemma."I think I'll wait until morning to refresh myself," I replied, trying to mask my discomfort with a strained smile.Lance, noticing my hesitation, insisted, "I don't like my wife feeling dirty. Please, go ahead and wash up."Internally, I struggled. How could I wear any of these clothes in front of him? I remained silent, hoping he wouldn't push further."Are you procrastinating? You haven't even unpacked your pajamas yet," he teased, moving toward my suitcase.Panicking, I intercepted his approach, but he managed to open it, revealing the unexpected contents. I was speechless, caught off guard."So, this was the surprise in your suitcase?" Lance inquired, his tone a mix of amusement and curiosity."I... um... didn't expect them to be packed," I stammered, trying to explain.Lance retrieved one of his white shirts from his own suitcase. "Here, freshen up and wear this," he said, handing it to me with a warm smile.Grateful for his understanding, though unable to express it fully, I quickly freshened up and retreated to the room. Lance was already settled on the bed."It looks good on you, even though it's a bit big," he remarked, admiring me in his shirt."Thank you. Should I take the sofa then?" I suggested tentatively."Why? We're married now; there's no need to be uncomfortable sharing a bed," he proposed, noticing my unease.My expression must have revealed my apprehension because, without hesitation, he added, "But if you prefer the sofa, I'll take it."(My Mind Can someone so considerate really exist?)We settled in, the fatigue of the day lulling us into sleep, each finding comfort in the other's presence without saying a word._ROSE_...