Toxic

Toxic: Chapter #63 | Touched by an Angel

Zach's Past

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This chapter contains mature themes, sex, first time, brief mention of past abusive relationships, and more. Take care!

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When it came time for me to plan the honeymoon, something Giana was more than happy to let me have control over, I vacillated between several possibilities. I gathered input from my parents, my siblings, my friends and Mrs. Morrison, but it was Giana's mother whose suggestion I wanted to use the most. She suggested if it was within my power, that I take Giana and the two of us spend our honeymoon in Italy. I was gobsmacked that I hadn't thought of that myself. It was also the first time I clued into Giana's fluency in Italian rather than simply knowing a phrase here and there. So, excited that I'd be able to take her there, and loving all of the things there'd be for us to do—aside from each other—I got everything taken care of and ready to go.

So, when we left the reception venue, we headed straight for the airport. My arm remained around her shoulders and my fingers fiddled with the flowing sleeve of her dress. It seemed to take hours but was really only one at the most when we finally arrived at the airport. I helped Giana out of the car, grabbed our luggage and then led her inside so we could check in. They took our boarding passes and directed us to security, who after clearing us, sent us to our gate to wait.

We didn't have a long wait by any means and less than twenty minutes after arriving, we boarded the plane. Now, while I funded a lot of the trip myself, Giana told me she wanted me to utilize some of her funds as well and to top it off, Mrs. Morrison, both of them actually, helped pay for the plane. I was grateful that they had sought out a private plane for just the two of us. It felt intimate and intimacy more than sexual was something I wanted to cultivate.

Giana's eyes widened as we ascended the stairs and stepped into the plane. "Holy mother of macaroni, Zach."

Choking on a laugh at her phrase, I grinned proudly. "So, I take this to mean that you like it, right?"

Her awestruck expression was proof enough, but I wanted to hear the words just to be sure. Her mouth continued to gape as she turned in a circle to make sure she didn't miss a thing. After a full three-sixty turn, she stopped and met my gaze with a pleased smile on her face. "Like it? No, I love it. This is just..." she trailed off, seemingly lost for words. "This is amazing."

I let out a breath that I hadn't known I was holding and offered her my hand. She didn't hesitate to take it and let me lead her to our seats. "Let's take our seats."

A smile and a nod, a nod that made her curls bounce slightly, were her response. I gave her the seat by the window, as was the norm and then sat next to her. "Is this all right?"

She nodded again and eagerly buckled up, crossing her legs which caught my attention since her skirt shifted slightly to settle more on her upper thighs. I cleared my throat and focused on buckling my own seatbelt just as the pilot's voice came over the intercom.

"Good Evening, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. I am Stefan and I will be your pilot for both your trip to your destination and your trip back home. Our flight will be roughly eighteen hours. So, just relax and enjoy the ride."

Giana looked at me curiously, her eyebrow quirking up in question. "Where on earth are we going, that it's going to take eighteen hours?"

I grinned, kissing her cheek and teasingly asked, "Is someone impatient?"

Sapphire blue eyes widened, and her cheeks turned a ruddy shade of red. "I-I..." she trailed off and averted her gaze. "No. Maybe. Possibly. Not really."