He retreated his head away from mine gently
leaving me in shock. He kissed me. Twice in one day!! Oh god I think I need to take a breath. I avoided eye contact to hide my blushing cheeks. He spun me out, twirling out and he pulled me back to him before slowly dipping me. Everyone clapped, and he pecked my lips once more painting a red hue on my cheeks.
He lifted me, helping me stand straight again,
still with his face close to mine. I breath hitched for a moment as we gazed into each other's eyes.
After the long reception, it was finally time to
leave. I had a great wedding to be honest. It was awesome. I caught myself smiling recklessly. I changed into a mini white dress, since we were going to New york for our honeymoon. "Have fun on your honeymoon!" My mom squealed. "Wear protection." Rome smirked. I hit him on the head. I still wasn't sure about this trip. I was nervous. I don't even know we were going on one until today. I didn't think we needed to since, we were arranged to be together. I sighed. "Don't sigh it's annoying." He scoffed as he drove to the airport. I looked away fiddling with my fingers quietly. I sometimes think he hates me, since this entire arrangement was forced, maybe
he does. I was pulled out of my thoughts when he spoke. "Stop fidgeting," he placed his hand on my shaking ones. I softly gazed at him. His side profile was just heavenly. Wow.
We made it to the airport. He took off his jacket and his white shirt became loose with a few buttons undone. Ever since I met him his first three buttons seemed to be non existent. His tattooed were now halfway revealed due to his rolled up sleeves.
We were flying first class, as usual. I looked
out the window gazing at the night sky. I felt a
warm touch on my hand before, a soft weight
on my shoulder. He snuggled into my neck for a moment before he fell asleep. I gently smiled at the gesture. He was so confusing. I patted his head gently before falling asleep.
I felt a warm touch on my face as I peeked
my eyes open. "Sweetheart..." he whispered.
"Hmm?" I hummed. "We're here," he spoke
We arrived at a beautiful secluded hotel suite.
Rose petals were scattered over the comforter of the bed. The sea breeze blew through my hair as I walked onto the veranda. The soft waves crashing as the moonlight glistened on the seawater. I soon felt a small weight behind me and his hot breath on my neck, making me shiver slightly. It was just going to be me and him. For 7 days. By ourselves! Oh goodness I think I need to take a breath. I spun around to look at him for a moment.I gazed at his eyes sparkling in the moonlight.I then realized I was trapped between him and the railing of the high veranda. I tried to hide my blushing cheeks due to our position.
"Flustered....sweetheart?" He asked with his
hot breath grazing against my face. "I-I should get ready f-for bed...." I looked down, quickly freeing myself from him. I ran into the grand bathroom. I took a breath clutching my chest. What was happening to me! Why was he being all nice... and flirty???
I brushed off the thoughts and showered. I
washed my face and I opened my suitcase to
find my pajamas. My sister did a great job on
packing. It was just a little tradition, when
she got married I packed her bags for her
honeymoon. So I guess she wanted to do the
same for me....until.....I saw something.
Lingeriel!