Sleeping with a lie

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Airplane rides to me are relaxing. Babies crying, mother's shouting at their children, and fathers ignoring the whole family in general, watching ESPN or something like that.

"Can we please have all first class members to stay seated?" The flight attendee points to a little girl.

She nods, sitting on her mother's lap.

Theo grips my hand firmly. I glance down at our fingers.

"I'm glad that you have forgave me."

"Me too." I say quietly. I had to lie to him, in order to keep this a happy trip.

"Okay. So when we land, we are going straight to the hotel."

"What about Belle?"

Tanner waved from the back. He held up his nieces hand, making her wave at us.

"Tanner is a good guy. He offered to take care of her for the weekend, plus he hasn't seen her since she was born." Theo smiled.

"He's the bomb! I can't believe that you only have met Clara."

He turns on the t.v screen, but the only thing I saw was our insurgent trailer. It passes by the part when we both were making out, topless.

"That was a steamy kissing scene." I comment.

He narrowed his eyes to me. "Want to make another one?"

I raised my eyebrow. Theo smiled at my lips. I kissed him back.

"Mmhmm." Tanner cleared his throat.

I smiled nervously. "Hi, brother."

"There are airplane bathrooms for that."

I nod sinking back in my chair.

Landing in London

Paparazzi circled the plane, security guards backing them off. There were probably shots of me whispering in Theo's ear, or holding his hand. I didn't mind though.

Theo and I rode in a limo, and finally was dropped off at a five star hotel.

"To Mr and Mrs. Woodley." The Italian man handed us our sign in cards.

"We're not married," I mumbled.

"Thank you sir," Theo says before the receptionist could hear me. He and walked to our hotel room.

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White robes hung above the bath tub. I fringed my hands on the belt. twisting the fabric to my dripping body.

"You shouldn't have covered up." Theo peeked in the bathroom door.

"What if a servant or something came in the room? Do you want me to be naked and saying, 'Grilled cheese please- Oh, and make it Swiss.'?"

Theo sneered, coming in the bathroom and closing the door behind him. "I want to forget about the past. And strive through the future. Can you do that for me?"

He tossed his hand out, luring me to his body. I tapped on his bare chest.

"A new tattoo?"

He looks down at the ink curved lines. White rose.

"White rose means grace, in this case; my family." His face was closer to mine now, or breaths bouncing off of one another.

"Tanner wanted me to ask you
something," I start. "He... wanted me to ask you if you did ever hurt me."

His nose crunches. "I would never hurt you..." his lips go into a small pucker touched mine briskly. "Shailene Dianne Woodley."

"Theodore James Taptiklis." I say.

"Will you marry me?"

I smile at him, not really taking his sentence seriously. What should I say?

HEY guys! Hopefully I spelled the Theo's last name right!! I went back and off of Google just to get his last name right. So. Thanks for reading!! Our goal is 1k!!! GUYS, WE CAN DO THIS!!!

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