§: It's A Love/Hate Thing, Honey Series 3 - The Honeymoon

Chapter 4 - Do You Remember..

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I hope you like this loong chapter! >.<

Just a glimpse of their past!

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Julia's POV

Stephen had a look like it was the first time she held his hand. Pleasantly surprised, I'd say. They were gazing at each other for a moment. Just in silence. Leah was studying his face in a quiet wonder. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. She wasn't smiling. She was just gazing at him, like she wanted to figure him out.

Then, suddenly my heart just skipped a beat when he smiled widely as he turned back to his book, holding her hand tight over his chest. Leah leaned her head on his broad shoulder, slowly closing her eyes. As if, satisfied with what she had found.

I was so sure I caught her smiling at that moment.

Hmm, I think it will be hard to put a test on their love for each other after all.

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Leah's POV

Two hours later, we got home. By 'home', I mean a rented cabin made of wood and all the luxury furniture. It felt more like a luxurious cabin for the rich rather than an ordinary cabin. A cabin that our parents rented was newly built, polished, squeaky cleaned, neat, organised and beautiful. It had that nice smell of old minty pines. I was not sure if it's coming from the wood or they had an automatic room spray hidden somewhere to make the cabin smell and feel homey.

It was conveniently right by the beach and best of all, the wide sliding glass doors faces the scenery of the beautiful beach, waves crashing onto the shore. We can hear it from our bedroom. Ah, sounds rather soothing. Imagine napping to those calming sounds.

The king size bed in the bedroom, had so many small cushions in different sizes as a decor. Stephen could not understand the point of the cushions if we weren't gonna use it. There were plenty of space, no TV to distract us and plenty of dark brown wood drawer cabinets and wardrobes for us to use. There was that feel of simplicity, sort of humble. Not too flashy, with all that fancy art canvases, mirrors on every wall and weird shaped furniture and sculptures with no purpose except for art. I don't like  pretentious things just to show off how well off you are. 

Opposite the bedroom area, there was a small living room; a black leather couch and cushioned black chairs gathered around, facing the fireplace. A wide nicely carved wood table stood in the middle and a white furry carpet underneath it. Up on the ceiling was a wide glass skylight, a beautiful way to view the night starry sky.

Stephen collapsed on the bed on his back after dropping all of our luggage on the side. I sighed heavily, exhausted is an understatement. What a horrible start of our honeymoon. I dragged myself to the bathroom to wash my face up with cold water and wake myself up. I stared at the mirror for a moment, looking closely, I looked a little pale. Like a sickly ghost or a zombie who just come out of the grave and my hair was messy because of the strong wind on our way over to the cabin..

Man, my make-up looks so dry and gloomy

I walked out of the bathroom over to one of our luggage bag and open it up to find my face moisturiser. Stephen said, whilst I was looking for it, "Thank God, it's over. I don't know if how I can stand another hour with them." he groaned. He was staring blankly at the white ceiling as he sighed out of relief.