Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem



Elysia was sailing in uncharted waters with her first relationship, and every emotion Tarquin felt, she experienced too. But, unlike Tarquin with his newfound confidence, Elysia was shy, her cheeks easily flushing a bright red at the slightest provocation.

"Look, I've said my piece. How you deal with them is up to you!"

"Don't worry, I got this. They're all younger than me combined. If I can't handle them, I might as well be a ghost!"

Elysia immediately covered his mouth with her hand, "Shush, don't even joke about that!"

Tarquin just chuckled in response.

"I really hate that word. Don't you dare say it in front of me again," Elysia scolded, her tone more serious now.

In a move that shocked Elysia, Tarquin cheekily licked her palm, causing her to retract her hand quickly, her face burning even more.

"You...you've got some nerve!"

"All I want is a girlfriend. Pride? I can take it or leave it."

Elysia was stunned. "Have you changed? Since when did you stop caring so much about your image?"

"How about this? You never mention breaking up, and I'll never mention...you know, the 'D' word. Deal?" Tarquin proposed softly.

Before she could respond, he buried his head in her shoulder, his voice carrying a whiny tone, "Just the thought of you saying we're through hurts more than anything. I can't bear it."

This new, childlike side of Tarquin took Elysia by surprise. Is this what love does to a man?

Feeling her heart soften, she soothed him like one would a child, "Alright, alright, I won't say it. Now, come on, let's hit the road. We were going to check out the shops, remember?"NôvelDrama.Org content.

Tarquin looked up, smiling like a kid who'd just been given candy, but in the next moment, he shifted gears, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both gentler and more intoxicating than before. His tongue explored her mouth, leaving Elysia trembling with a mixture of shock and desire.

Lost in their passionate embrace, they completely forgot they were still in the car until a knock on the window snapped them back to reality. Elysia, mortified, pushed Tarquin away and saw a police officer standing outside. Tarquin, trying to catch his breath, rolled down the window. "What's the problem?"

The officer, slightly taken aback by Tarquin's commanding presence, replied in a surprisingly gentle tone, "You can't park here. You'll get a ticket. Better move along if you've got no urgent business."

"Got it, thanks," Tarquin responded, buckling up and starting the car. As they were about to leave, he couldn't resist asking, "You in a relationship?" The officer, caught off guard, managed, "Not yet."

"Ah, single, huh? Tough break! Well, I'm taken. This is my girl."

With that, Tarquin drove off, leaving the officer dumbfounded. "What does your love life have to do with me?" he thought, baffled by Tarquin's boast. As the officer's figure disappeared from the rearview mirror, Elysia finally dared to speak, turning to Tarquin with a glare, "What was that all about?" Seeing Tarquin still smiling, Elysia's irritation grew. She pinched him hard, eliciting a yelp of pain from him.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I won't kiss you on this street anymore," Tarquin conceded.

Elysia was exasperated. "So, what? You'll just choose a different location? Listen here, no more public displays of affection, or we're done!"