"Hm. Is he a friend of yours?"
"Yes."
Costa nodded, reaching his hand up to move a stray piece of hair from my face. "If you ever let another man touch you again, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"
He spoke so softly yet so ominously...
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Our first official evening as a married couple wasn't as painful as I thought it would be.
After I saved our dinner from drowning, we sat in silence while we watched a movie. I chose it for myself but Costa decided to stick around with me. He spent most of it on his phone anyway.
Our second night together was also way more tolerable than the first. Costa called another truce before we got into bed so we agreed to just stay away from each other while still sharing the duvet.
Unfortunately, any potential progress we may have made during our one day honeymoon went out the window the next morning.
"What the hell is that?" I groaned into my pillow, scrunching my eyes shut.
"I don't know. Shut up." He's so moody in the morning.
"It's still going." Please God, why is it still going?
"Well, your talking isn't fucking helping."
"Costa." I cried, sounding more like a spoiled child than I care to admit. "Make it stop!"
Finally the man on the other side of the bed groaned out loud, forcing himself to sit up.
"You have no idea how strong my urge to kill someone is right now." He wasn't even saying it threateningly. He was just informing me as if it was a normal thing to say.
"Just shut that noise up and we can go back to sleep."
He seemed absolutely done with life as he trudged out of the bedroom in his T-shirt and boxers.
The moments that passed after Costa opened the door to our villa were filled with silence. It was peaceful enough that my eyes drooped closed again. Usually I couldn't fall asleep so easily, but I was so comfortable and tired that I was out like a light.
"Get up."
Just ignore it.
"Get the hell up."
Sleep is more important.
Seconds later the duvet was ripped away from my body. The cool air of the room stung against the bare skin of my legs that was exposed by Costa's T-shirt.
My eyes flew open, taking a second to adjust to the darkness of our room. Costa was walking away from my side of the bed, heading straight over to our bags.
"What-"
"I won't tell you again, Millie." He was busy shoving things into our bags while I watched through groggy eyes.
