Chapter 16 Morning After the Kiss
The next day when I woke up, my Husband was sitting at the head of the bed.
He still wasn't wearing a top.
He touched his own beautiful black skin with a face full of shock.
"My wounds?"
"My injuries from head to toe disappeared after one night of sleep?!"
I took the clothes from the dryer and gave them to him.
I helped him put them on and kissed his cheek again. "Next time if you're this smelly, I won't pay attention to you."
My black-skinned Husband froze on the spot.
His face looked even darker than before.
Did he dislike my kiss?
I drooped my head in frustration. "If Husband doesn't like it, I won't kiss anymore."
I pulled away to leave.
But suddenly my hand was grabbed by him. His eyes stared at my lips, voice low. "I don't dislike it. It's just that you kissed the wrong place."
I blankly asked where I should kiss.
He pointed to his mouth. "You kissed yesterday. Today I want to too."
I lightly kissed him.
Seeing my Husband's even darker face, I belatedly realized. Was he actually blushing just now?
But because it was too black, I didn't see it?
My Husband was really cute.
I smiled and pounced into his arms to kiss him again.
This time my Husband was kissed into a daze. He murmured, "... This time it's over."