Diary of Fragile Heart (Spin of Loving You Too Long)

Flavia woke up feeling sore all over, especially in her intimate area. Instead of stretching her muscles, she chose to stay lying down, not wanting to let go of the warm feeling pressing against her back and Gladwin’s strong hand embracing her stomach, to which she responded by clasping Gladwin’s hand against her back. Gladwin’s warm and steady breaths blew against her neck.

Now, Flavia was officially a wife. Fully belonging to Gladwin. Happiness bubbled within her heart for no apparent reason.

Flavia glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. Morning was approaching, and she was about to get out of bed, but Gladwin held her back. “Where are you going?” he asked with a hoarse voice, typical of him waking up.

“To shower, it’s already morning,” she replied softly. Gladwin got up, placed his elbow under his head, and supported it with his palm.

“Wanna shower together?” he teased. Flavia shook her head.

Gladwin turned Flavia’s body around so that they were facing each other, both naked. He moved Flavia’s hair aside, clearing his view of her back. His eyes traced Flavia’s slender neck. He caressed it with his fingers, making Flavia shiver. Not out of fear, but because of the strange sensation that reached her sensitive area. Just that tiny touch made her feel wet.

“Still sore?” he asked, and Flavia just bit her lower lip. It did feel a bit sore and achy, but for some reason, Flavia wanted it again. Gladwin kissed her forehead. “How about we hold off on the shower for a little longer and start another round?” he suggested, and Flavia only responded with a faint nod.

After they had finished their lovemaking, for who knows how many times, Flavia truly felt too tired to get out of bed. Her petite body still curled up under the blanket while Gladwin sat up, looking refreshed in his white collarless shirt and black satin pajama pants.

“Want something to eat? Shall I order?” he asked before rubbing and kissing Flavia’s forehead.

“I want to eat beef,” she said innocently. Gladwin nodded.

“Do you want to shower? Soaking in warm water sounds nice. I’ll prepare some warm water, okay?” he suggested, and Flavia nodded sleepily. Gladwin kissed Flavia’s forehead again before heading to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, Flavia felt refreshed, wearing a comfortable T-shirt and shorts. Her still wet hair was wrapped in a towel. Her fresh face looked rosy and invigorated.

The scent of coffee and grilled meat wafted through the air as she stepped out of the room. Gladwin was grilling slices of beef on the skillet, while hot coffee was steaming from the mug.

“Instead of ordering food, why did you cook yourself? If I had known, I would have cooked,” her comment made Gladwin turn.

“It’s okay. Besides, I enjoy making food for my beloved wife,” he replied flirtatiously, making Flavia blush.

“But where did you get that?” she pointed to the meat on the skillet.

“I called Abigail earlier and asked where she was. She said she was on her way home from a photoshoot. I asked her to stop by your café and bring this meat,” Gladwin flipped the meat in the skillet.

“Abigail’s already home?” Flavia looked around, glancing towards Abigail’s closed bedroom door.

“Yeah, looks like she’s in the shower. You just sit down, let me finish cooking and serve you,” he said. Flavia simply nodded.

Soon, Abigail emerged wearing a casual outfit similar to Flavia’s. If Flavia wore a short-sleeved shirt, then Abigail wore an oversized long-sleeved shirt with similarly oversized sweatpants.

“Is it just me, or is there something different about you guys?” she asked suspiciously, squinting her eyes as she glanced at Flavia. Flavia, meanwhile, looked back at her in confusion. “One, two, three…” Abigail pointed to Flavia’s neck, which was indeed exposed with her index finger. “Uncle turns out to be quite strict,” she said with a mischievous smile spreading across her face. Flavia reflexively touched her neck. She hadn’t looked in the mirror earlier, so she didn’t know what Abigail meant, and after understanding, Flavia stifled a shriek and her face instantly flushed with embarrassment.

“Uncle…” she whispered as she looked at Gladwin, who came in carrying a plate of hot meat emitting a tantalizing aroma.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Gladwin ruffled Flavia’s head, still wrapped in a towel. “Don’t feel embarrassed, she’ll experience what we did soon enough,” he said casually before heading back to the pantry.

“Ahem… Looks like someone has broken the seal,” Abigail teased again. Flavia’s face kept getting redder.

“That’s enough, don’t tease her. My beloved wife wants to eat,” Gladwin said as he offered white rice and reheated vegetables.

“Now that the seal is broken, you should change your terms of endearment. How long are you going to call your husband ‘Uncle’? People out there will still assume you two are uncle and niece,” Abigail admonished, to which Gladwin nodded, while he asked his wife to feed him.

“So, what nickname should we use? Mom-Dad? No, we’re not that old yet. How about ‘my love’?” Gladwin asked as he rubbed Flavia’s head, now free from her towel. Flavia looked at Gladwin and Abigail alternately. Then she nodded. “In that case, try calling me by that nickname,” she requested softly.

Flavia swallowed her food. “My love?” she asked, a smile playing on her lips.

“Oh my goodness, my wife, you’re so adorable,” Gladwin cupped Flavia’s face and kissed her lips affectionately.

“Oh God, Uncle. Are you two intentionally making me jealous?” Abigail taunted, finally getting up and heading to the pantry.

“Please understand, we’re still newlyweds in the midst of our honeymoon phase. If you’re jealous and can’t handle our affection, feel free to move back to your father’s house. He’ll appreciate it,” Gladwin retorted.

Abigail instantly scowled with sharp, narrowed eyes. “So now that you’ve got what you wanted, you’re just going to discard me like that? You’re really heartless,” Abigail lamented as she returned with a cup of coffee mixed with creamer and toast in her hand.

“Well then, whatever we do, you can’t protest. Besides, it’s not my intention to be affectionate in front of you, it’s Via who doesn’t want me to take her on a honeymoon,” Gladwin huffed, earning a pinch from Flavia. “Besides, there’s no difference; whether on a honeymoon or staying here, I still enjoy our activities,” Gladwin continued with his wide grin, making Flavia blush again as she pinched him back, while Gladwin laughed and ruffled Flavia’s head before kissing her forehead.

“Come on, finish your food quickly, then we’ll dry your hair,” Gladwin ordered, then got up and headed back to the pantry while Flavia continued eating, getting playful glances from Abigail. Her face remained downcast with a lingering blush that refused to fade.