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closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around his neck. The faint sweet smell of earth entered my nose when I inhaled. He smelled faintly musty, but I ignored it as he swept me off my feet, lifting me into his arms.
    His lips seemed so familiar to me, but I did not remember ever kissing him, even when the justice told us too. In fact, I remembered he had kissed my hand and then led me to the car.
    After a while, he walked through the hallway and up the curved staircase. I felt him open the master bedroom door, placing me down inside. His lips left mine as quickly as they had attached themselves, and as I looked into his face, the tips of his fingers grazed along my jaw. Then he turned me around, holding my back to him.
    I gulped as his lips found my neck, and as I looked around, I saw that we had entered a large room. The whole thing was painted white and had tall glass windows, with no curtains, as a wall. It was sparsely furnished, which made it feel open and light. But the furnishings that it did have included a scarlet reading chair, a couple of lamps, dark wooden bedside tables, and large king-sized bed with white satin sheets, topped with a scarlet comforter that had the initials S.S. embroidered on it in gold, held up with a wrought-iron frame and head board.
    My eyebrows lifted in shock at the size of that bed. “That’s a very large bed,” I breathed.
    “If you haven’t noticed,” he whispered in my ear, “I am a very large man.” He kissed my cheek, his breath cold when it caressed my flesh. “No pun intended.”
    I laughed. That was actually kind of funny. When he moved in front of me, taking my hand in his, my heart skipped a beat.
    He sat down on the comforter, pulling me down with him. “Wait.” He held up his hand, gliding off the bed. He left me sitting there for a minute, which gave me a chance to look out the window. I craned my neck, seeing a beautiful garden with a fountain right in the middle. But before I could get up and investigate, he was back with his hands sneakily behind his back.
    He smirked, biting his lower lip. “Close your eyes,” he commanded softly.
    “Why?” I asked skeptically. I didn’t trust this man enough to close my eyes in front of him. Something I should have thought of before I agreed to marry him.
    “Please,” he said, his voice floating in the air around me. When I looked in his eyes, they were so mesmerizing that my own eyes closed as if he’d willed them.
    I felt him sit next to me on the bed. “Hold out your left hand for me,” he commanded again, but I hesitated.
    “Why?” I asked again, peeking at him through my right eye. This was insane!
    He sighed. “Just do it,” he huffed, and I shut my eye, holding out my hand. After I obeyed, he turned it over, and I felt him slowly remove the bag tie from my ring finger and replace it with something cold and heavy. “Open your eyes,” he said as he kissed my knuckles.
    Slowly I did, and I could not believe what I saw. “Wow,” I gasped at the beautiful platinum ring on my finger. But the thing that really caught my attention was the diamond that had to be at least four carats. Tina would say, “That rock is huge !”
    “Do you like it?” he asked seductively.
    I blinked. “Like it?” I could feel the edges of my mouth tilt up into a smile. It seemed like the first time in a long time that I had actually smiled. The ring made me giddy. “Samuel, I love it. It’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” I gazed up into his eyes, and they seemed darker somehow, which made me smile even wider.
    “It was my grandmother’s,” he whispered, but I had a feeling that wasn’t true. “She told me to give it to someone special.” He chuckled, which I found unusual. “And since you are my wife, you are very special.”
    “Thank you.” I kissed his cheek, and felt something warm swell around my heart. “It’s amazing.”
    “You’re welcome.” He leaned closer, taking his jacket off and throwing it
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