Page 61 of Secretly Married To My Monster Alien Boss
“We’re about to make human and Deruzian history again. None of my forefathers have indulged in this tradition,” he said, hand hovering over the door’s lock pad. “Are you ready?”
She looked up at him, a smile on her and in her eyes. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
The door buzzed, unlocking. Rynar kicked it open, carrying his bride into his room.
It seemed like an important moment. Him, supporting and carrying her through the threshold toward their new life. Her trusting him enough to be able to do it.
In a weird way, it made him feel stronger.
He stopped in the center of the room, eyes locked with Alissia’s. “Was it to the lady’s liking?”
“Oh, yes. It was–” Her gaze wandered around the room. Rynar followed it. “Oh.”
Oh, indeed.
Rynar placed her gently on the floor, her heels clicking against the wood.
He should have been more specific when he’d allowed Zaryn and Nazyn to “get his room ready for the wedding night”. They’d insisted they knew what human women wanted, and Rynar hadn’t wanted to protest too much and attract attention.
In a real marriage, the bride and groom would be sleeping in the same room.
A silence settled over the sumptuous room.
“Why are there flecks of red on my bed?” he finally asked.
“They’re rose petals. It’s sort of a new tradition to lay them on the bed in the shape of a heart. Also considered romantic.”
“We’re full ofromantictoday,” Rynar muttered. Would those petals stain his sheets? This, he didn’t get. It meant more work for his house to clean up and the ritual didn’t involve Alissia directly. So what was the point?
“Your bed is ridiculously big,” Alissia muttered, staring at the bed as transfixed as Rynar.
“Bigger than your husband?”
“Debatable. I don’t know how far he can stretch when he sleeps.”
They stood still at the foot of the bed, like two statues, a sea of white silk, creamy pillows, and rose petals before them.
“I want to ask you something,” Rynar said to break the stillness. “It’s been on my mind since I came to Earth.”
“Yes?” Alissia asked, a bit breathless.
“Why do humans depict hearts in this shape? It is not anatomically correct.”
Only stunned silence met his question. Rynar frowned. It was only–
Alissia pressed her lips together. A muffled giggle escaped. Then another. And another, forcing her lips open until her full-blown laughter filled the room.
She laughed so hard, she bent forward, holding onto her belly with both hands.
“Why are you laughing?” Rynar asked, completely lost.
“Because you–” She sucked in a short breath, but didn’t stop. “–and me, married. Attacked. Honeymoon night. And you want to know–God–you want to know why hearts are the way they are.”
Before he knew it, Rynar was laughing, too. The sounds coming out of Alissia were just so free and infectious, he couldn’t help himself.
“It is kind of ridiculous I’m thinking about that right now, isn’t it?” he asked.
Alissia only nodded. She was beyond words by this point.
