PS I'm Over You

Sara was glad that she'd changed her wedding gown to a simple white dress with a sweetheart neckline. It made dancing and moving easier than with her previous dress that limited her movements.

She and Rion continued to dance while the other couples got out their way. She really liked these songs, and she couldn't help but sway to the beat of the music. Rion twirled her around before pulling her back into his embrace.

As she danced, her hair swung back, baring her delicate white neck to her husband. Rion couldn't keep his eyes off her as she continued to dance. She was absolutely alluring, he thought. How lucky he was that Sara had chosen him over her long line of suitors?

Sara moved with confidence, showing none of her usual awkwardness and clumsiness tonight. Even her siblings, Lawrence and Ginny, couldn't help but notice the genuine smile on her face.

"She's not a baby anymore," Ginny told her brother before sipping her drink from her glass.

"I never said she's a baby," Lawrence huffed.

"You didn't, but your actions say otherwise."

Lawrence threw a deadly glare towards her. He was only been hard on Sara because he was concerned with her.

"I know, I know. You don't have to remind me, my dear brother; but can you at least give them your blessings? Rion doesn't seem so bad at all. Have you seen anyone who had enough patience to tolerate our little sister?"

Indeed, Lawrence thought that Rion wasn't only taking a wife by having Sara but also an overgrown daughter who'd never listen to anyone.

"That's his problem now," he said nonchalantly.

Knowing what Lawrence meant, Ginny burst into laughter. Ah, Rion would have a hard time disciplining Sara then. She just hoped that her new brother-in-law would keep his patience while keeping his mind stable over Sara.

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Sara sheepishly sat on the side as her husband danced with her mother. She hummed with the tune as they continued to dance. A little smile crossing her lips as she realized that her own family had now accepted Rion. She was somehow glad that they'd met during that flight they shared together.

Some giggling sound caught her attention, and she turned, finding little Skyler extending a hand to her.

"Can I dance with Aunty Sara, please?" He grinned wide, emphasizing his cute little dimple on his cheek.

"It's my p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e to dance with you, Mr. Han."

Sara took Skyler's chubby hand and led him to the dance floor. Rion smiled when he saw them dancing together.

"No, Aunty Sara! I'm Skyler Park now! I now have a daddy!" The little boy corrected her.

"Oh? My mistake. Forgive me, Young Master Park."

"They look so cute together," Mrs. Yun told Rion.

"They are," he agreed easily.

His gaze softened as he watched the two hold each other's hand and giggled at the tune of music. He suddenly felt like she was getting a glimpse of their future and couldn't help but feel eager to make it come true.

Patience. Rion reminded himself. Sara was still young enough to bear the responsibility of being a mother. He'd seen Ririna struggled to raise Skyler alone, considering that she had just barely twenty at the time. In due time, he and Sara would have their own children in the future.

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It was almost midnight when the newlywed couple decided to leave. Their families and friends saw them into the limo that would take them back to Rion's place, wishing them a good night. Sara had fallen asleep as soon as she settled inside the car, much to her husband's amus.e.m.e.nt. She'd really tired herself out today.

However, once they arrived at his apartment…

"Dear, we're here." Rion's voice woke her up.

She blinked her sleepiness for a few times before her eyes focused on their shared apartment. The limo driver opened the door of the backseat, and the couple got off the limo. Their service left at once, knowing the two wanted some privacy to themselves.

Rion extended his hand to her. Sara took it tentatively, their feet taking them inside their waiting love nest. Sara was then reminded what was supposed to happen next, and her cheeks turned beet red at the thought.

"Here. Take this." Rion took her hand and dropped some keycards on her palm.

"What are these for?" she questioned.

"Silly. It's the copy of the keys to our house. You're now going to live with me. Of course, you'll need your own copies," he reminded her.

Rion motioned her to open the front door, to which she easily obliged. Once they stepped inside, he lifted her bridal style, catching his wife off-guard.

"Rion! What are you doing?!"

"Taking you to our bedroom, what else?" His voice deepened with a sense of anticipation.

When they first had s.e.x, they were both drunk and not sober. This time, though, will be different. Even with their apartment dimly lit, he easily found their way upstairs. He turned to Sara to watch her reaction as he opened the door of their room and let it swung wide.

Rion brought her back to her feet, letting her step inside on her own before closing the door behind them. The s.e.x.u.a.l tension between them, spiking at each passing second.

"I think I need some help to get out of this dress," she said as she peeked over her shoulders, waiting for him to take the hint.

Rion gladly accepted her invitation. He tried to keep his breathing even as he slowly started to peel off the white dress from her body. He held his breath once he saw the pale, smooth skin of her back and felt that his control was starting to slip.

Once her dress was off and she was only wearing her u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r, Sara turned around and proceeded to help him undress. His eyes watched her face, seeing that she was as nervous as he was.

Rion couldn't take it anymore. He pushed her shoulders until her legs hit the back of the mattress. Sara's body slowly fell back with his support. Strong arms held her close, with her own hands touching his face and neck as Rion's tongue plundered inside her mouth, making her m.o.a.n.

His mouth pulled away from hers and stared down at her with a l.u.s.tful gaze. Several times, he'd tried to stop taking her for these past weeks. The memory of their first night together lingered in his mind.

Sara's lips parted as she tried to catch her breath. She'd never seen Rion this passionate before. Not that she didn't like it. She lifted her hands and cupped his cheeks, kissing him gently.

"Are you nervous?" he asked. His eyes fixated on hers while his hands were busy roaming her side.

"A little," Sara admitted. Her eyes never leaving his as she gently stroked at his face with her thumb.

"You don't have to be," he assured her, "I won't do anything you wouldn't want me to."

His lips returned to claim her own, her eyes fluttering closed as she tried to focus on what she was supposed to do instead of being a piece of block waiting for his lead. Warm lips parted as the blush on her cheeks spread down her neck.

"It's alright. I trust you, Rion."