My smart girl 3. Rewriting our stars

Time was quietly approaching midnight, but neither Jay nor I were planning to sleep. We continued cuddling on the narrow bed, whispering to each other like conspirators. The winter night was indeed very long, but that only worked in my favor — it meant my beloved husband would stay with me until dawn, which was still eight hours away. Practically an eternity in his loving arms... Yet inside, a feeling of guilt for my own selfishness was still growing, so I quietly whispered: “Darling...” “Hmm?” he responded just as quietly. His fingers, which had been lazily stroking the back of my head, froze in my hair. “You’re probably tired, and I’m not letting you sleep... I’m sorry... I’m such a terrible egoist,” I whispered guiltily, biting my lip. I lifted my head and once again drowned in the tender, bottomless lakes of his eyes. But Jay just smiled softly and stroked my cheek. “Don’t worry about that, sweetheart... I would stay awake all night just to see your smile.” His deep voice wrapped around my tired heart like soft velvet, making it beat despite everything. Feeling an incredibly powerful wave of warmth and gratitude, I buried my face in his warm neck and breathed out: “I don’t deserve you.” He hugged me tighter, once again sliding his magical fingers into my hair and dismissing all my objections with one quiet word: “Nonsense.” I sighed happily, hearing exactly what I wanted. But, having picked up some bad habits from my beloved husband, I grumbled teasingly so I wouldn’t seem like a total pink puddle: “Romantic, philosopher, chef, street racer, and now a doctor too... Is there any limit to your talents, Jay? Next to you, I feel like a pale moth.” My fountain of talents chuckled softly and soothingly stroked my back, whispering: “Silly girl... how did such a thought even enter your head?” I shrugged, sighed quietly, and took a deep breath of the scent of his hot skin. Just that was enough to fill me with complete peace and sleepy serenity. Jay added with a teasing smile: “But if it makes you feel better, know that all my talents are completely at your disposal, Bambi.” I quietly snorted, expressing my attitude toward his generous offer, but still smiled. Jay leaned over me, suddenly turning serious. Looking straight into my soul with a piercing, tender gaze, he whispered: “I love your smile so much, little deer... Smile like that only for me and no one else... Promise?” His voice sounded unusually timid, which contrasted so sharply with his possessive grip on my waist that I involuntarily held my breath. I met his completely open and vulnerable warm amber eyes, as if my answer decided his very life, smiled softly, raised my hand, and gently stroked his warm cheek. “I promise, my love...” I saw a tender smile appear on his soft lips in response. “Good girl,” Jay whispered. He caught my hand as it was about to slip from his face, wrapped my wrist in his hot fingers, and pressed it to his equally hot lips. But I couldn’t resist teasing him like before. In a playfully frightened whisper, I breathed out: “But if Tae finds out about this promise, he’ll definitely get jealous of you... And then he’ll be mad at you for a long time for making me promise something like that. Or he might even beat you up — before you, exclusive rights to my smiles belonged only to him.” Hearing this, Jay let out an amused huff. He continued to pamper my fingers with his warm lips and said completely seriously: “Believe me, Bambi, your brother’s jealousy is the last thing I care about when it comes to you. You’re mine now... mine... only mine...” Each possessive “mine” was accompanied by a soft kiss to my palm. But what finally finished me off was his final statement: “So your dear brother can forget about his monopoly on your attention and smiles and disappear into the fog. All of it belongs to me now.” The dimly lit hospital room filled with my muffled laughter. Jay sighed and buried his face in my hair again, stroking my back and shoulders with slow, gentle movements. He was clearly very pleased with himself and the fact that he had claimed exclusive rights to me. His unhurried, tender caresses gradually lulled me into a sleepy bliss. But after some time, another indecent thought entered my head (something that had started happening much more often than I’d like since meeting this impudent brunette). Even I was surprised when I suddenly blurted out: “Is it normal that I want to... lick your abs?” It seemed even Jay hadn’t expected such a statement from me. He froze for a moment, then snorted into my hair, his chest shaking under my fingers with silent laughter. “Hey! Are you laughing at me?!” I hissed indignantly, poking the very same abs with an accusing finger. But Jay laughed openly now. He squeezed me in his big arms like a kitten, making me squeak in protest. I smacked him on the shoulder to make him loosen his grip. After laughing his fill (though still quietly chuckling), the rascal whispered confidentially in my ear: “Oh no, sunshine... I’m just... happy that I really managed to corrupt you... and much more than I ever dared hope.” I snorted, offended, refusing to buy his obviously weak excuses. He pulled me even closer and, with a teasing smile in his velvety voice, whispered: “So... do you only want to lick my abs, or what’s below them too?” I instantly blushed and shoved this shameless man in the shoulder, hissing: “Now you’ll never find out! You laughed at me — don’t even think about denying it — so now I only want to smack you properly!” Muffled laughter sounded above my head again, but the culprit of my burning cheeks and racing heartbeat didn’t seem to feel any guilt at all. To his credit, he eventually stopped laughing (after “only” a couple of minutes during which I angrily huffed into his collarbone and unsuccessfully tried to wriggle out of his greedy paws). Then he pulled me close again, finally calming me down with tender strokes along my back, and quietly whispered: “Enough huffing, baby... don’t be mad... you know I’m not laughing at you. I just never thought I’d hear something like that from you.” “Are you going to think badly of me now?” I grumbled, still pouting, although I understood this was just another one of our playful arguments. “But you really corrupted me terribly. I never thought about sex and everything related to it this much before I started dating you,” I confessed with a sigh, closing my eyes and finally relaxing in his arms. Jay lightly brushed his lips against my temple and whispered with a smile: “Oh, little one. Why would I ever think badly of you? Besides, I told you... with me, you can be as naughty as you want. Though honestly, there’s nothing bad about it. You’ve just become more open and no longer shy away from your desires. And I will never judge you for that... And just so you know — since we started dating, I’ve thought about sex way more than you have...” And hello again, burning cheeks and sweet spasms in my lower belly... Why did I even say that? The impudent brunette only needed the slightest excuse to tease and embarrass me to the point of unconsciousness. Even the fact that he had become my husband hadn’t changed his hooligan habits. And as if that wasn’t enough, now all I could think about was his gorgeous abs, which I could perfectly feel under my fingertips even through his clothes. The desire to do exactly what I had told him was growing stronger by the second. So I did what I did — otherwise I definitely wouldn’t have been able to fall asleep tonight. “So... Can I...?” I whispered almost inaudibly, looking up at him and immediately getting lost in the dark, enchanting pools opposite me. Jay closed his eyes for a moment, his long lashes fluttering. He bit his soft lip in such a provocative way that my heart completely lost its rhythm and began pounding wildly. Then a familiar dark fire flared in his eyes, and he purred hoarsely, stroking my cheek: “You can do anything, baby... absolutely anything.”