Strawberry Kisses by Phavy Prieto (always you kirsty moseley .TXT) 📕

I raised my head and looked him in the eye. We never talked about having children. Until that moment we dedicated ourselves to traveling, having fun, and enjoying each other's company.

"Do you want to have children?" I asked smiling.

"Of course! And I'd like to start right away," he whispered as he approached to bite my lower lip. I could already imagine what would happen shortly after.

"Wait, wait a minute!" I interrupted placing a finger on his lips to stop him. "Why?" I asked looking him in the eye. "Why me?"

"Because you are the only woman who made me feel alive. You are the air of my every breath. With you I learned not to let life pass by but to live it fully by your side."

I kissed his mouth. The clothes fell to the ground one after the other until I felt the flesh of my Adonis that made me succumb to intense pleasure.

Going back to our wedding, I kept instinctively touching my belly. It was unlikely that I was pregnant, but there was a chance that a little thing was starting to develop in there. Even the remotest possibility thrilled me.

"The groom is here!" Nerea shouted.

I sighed with relief. He was there! Damian had come to marry me, to tell me "Yes, I do" in front of our loved ones.

Eventually Nerea began dating another Brit or, to be more precise, a Scotsman. When Nerea and Michael met, there was an instant connection between them. She had such a crush on him that she gave up everything and moved to Scotland shortly thereafter. Michael seemed to have completely recovered from the separation with Rebecca.

Damn Rebecca was finally gone from our lives! And that was thanks to Damian, who made sure she no longer appeared in his life and consequently in mine.

"She could have paired with Steven since they seemed made for each other," I thought, hoping for an intervention from my personal cupid. Actually the only thing that mattered at the moment was to see Damian again. Two days without seeing each other had been an ordeal after having lived together for months. Knowing that he was waiting for me fueled my desire even more.

I had chosen a mermaid wedding dress with lace embroidery which ended in a train of almost five feet. Walking towards the altar holding onto my father's arm, I did not feel the weight of the train, the discomfort of heels, nor the anxiety that had gripped me up to that moment. I was thinking only of the fact that I would marry the most beautiful man on the face of the earth.

Ok, Maria, your reaction is normal: after all you are in love.

"I thought you couldn't be even more beautiful! You always manage to surprise me," was the first thing my ears heard when his hands took mine to help me reach him.

"Don't tell me these things or I'll start crying like a fountain," I said.

"To me there is no woman more beautiful than you, Maria. Get used to it because I'll tell you that every day when you wake up next to me."

Here. I knew it. I am dead and in heaven because there can be nothing that can make me happier.

The ceremony ran like a fast-forwarded movie, until Damian took my hands and the priest recited the ritual formula, "Damian Devoir, do you take Maria Acosta as your lawfully wedded wife and promise to be faithful to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and to honor her all the days of your life?"

Damian looked at me, "Yes. I do."

Although I already knew he loved me because he had told it to me so many times, at that moment I was sure more than ever that it was true.

The priest continued, "Maria Acosta, do you take Damian Devoir as your lawfully wedded husband and promise to be faithful to him in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and to honor her all the days of your life?"

"Of course I do!" I replied and heard laughter among the guests, including Damian's.

And so, after the exchange of the rings, I became Mrs. Devoir.

It wasn't a dream wedding, it was much more: every little detail was absolutely perfect. There were white dahlias everywhere, in every centerpiece and in every lamp that hung from the ceiling. The lighting in the crystal palace was beautiful. When the lights were dimmed down to dance our first waltz, we could admire the starry night through the ceiling.

"Are you happy?" Damian asked.

"I couldn't be happier than this, I run the risk to explode because of happiness," I replied smiling.

"I'm happy. I want to make you happy every day of our life," he replied, moving closer to touch my cheek with his nose.

"I don't need anything else, I just need you to be by my side," I said kissing his lips. "Although I would like to know something... Why did you choose strawberries for the wedding invitations and the phrase ‘Until the end of our journey’?"

"Because strawberries will always remind me of the first time I kissed you: I knew right away that I wished you were the last," he said as he walked me across the dance floor. I let myself be carried away like cotton floating in the wind. "When I convinced you to live those fifteen days as an adventure with me, in reality I only wanted our true story to begin from there."

"So it was all calculated and premeditated," I said.

"From the moment your planner landed in my hands, I knew you were different. I confess that at first I was just curious and felt an infinite sexual attraction, but then it was much more.