waking up was the hardest thing I had ever done. My head was fuzzy and my bed just wouldn't let me up. I had every intention of staying in bed all day when I remembered last nights events. Holy crap, i'm married. The idea made my head hurt, and that's without thinking of who I married. I am seriously screwed now. I look to my right when I hear a gentle snore and find my husband, Chase, beside me. I make a very ladylike snorting sound. Chase snores? Completely goes against the whole "demon image". Too busy with my musings, i'm startled when he tackles me back on to my back. Chase rises up over me, the sun beaming down on his back casts a golden glow, painting the picture of an Adonis basking in the pleasures of life. And I'm not to sure I would object, right now, if he wanted to take part in, umm, other pleasures of life. As I said, im screwed.
I peer out the small window on the plane and honestly wonder. what is wrong with me. I feel like a silly teenage girl, and I almost certainly know I'm going to get burnt, because I most certainly am playing with fire. I'm a terrible actor and I can't lie without being obvious. I just have a feeling that Chase will find out the game I'm playing. He would kill me. My parents would be disappointed in me. The angels wouldnt be too pleased either. But i'm more worried about Chase feeling hurt and used. Why? That should have been the last thing on my mind

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