Niklaus point of view: The honeymoon
Note: Scene not suitable for those beneath eighteen
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"Alright, watch your step," I guided my drunk wife who was stumbling in the name of walking.
"I know my step," She slurred, "Are you trying to say that I'm drunk? Do I look like I'm drunk?" Reina pointed to herself with a frown.
"Of course not," I lied, knowing she would bash my head if I said contrary to what she expected to hear.
Thankfully we made it to our room and sprawled on the couch, unable to reach the bed on time.
I shut my eyes, exhaling sharply and deeply as I rested to regain strength. But hardly had I closed my eyes when Reina climbed onto my lap. My eyes sprang open, astonished.
"What are you doing?" I asked, surprised at her action. Didn't she have a load of things that we needed to do on this honeymoon before we got intimate with each other - her suggestion, not mine? You should know what I want by now.
