Miranda's POV
Why Stacy? Why? Couldn't she just pack normal clothes? It's our honeymoon, and Wesley decided to take me too Paris. I know right! Everything went perfectly....so far. Now it's the part I've been dreading. (If you know what I mean) Stacy isn't helping either. Who packs nothing but see through lingerie, and clothes that show too much? Stacy, that's who.
I put on the black lingerie after I freshened up. My hands were sweating, so I went and washed them. I walked out of the bathroom, sat on the bed next to Wesley, who was in nothing but his boxers. I felt his hand go through my hair. I leaned over and kissed him. "We don't have to do this if you want." The typical reply. "I'm fine." We kissed passionately. Here comes the hard part.
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I woke up feeling sore. My legs hurt, and they had purple bruises on them. Just great. "Good morning, my love." I turned towards Wesley, trying to ignore the pain. He had a concerned look on his face. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He looked worry. "No I'm fine. Just a little sore." "I'll go get you some cream." He got up, shortly after kissing me on the forehead.
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I felt soooo much better after Wesley rubbed the cream on me. Now I was laying in his arms watching Fuller House. "Is that supposed to be Stephanie?" I chuckled at Wesley's question. "Yes." "Wow." We finished watch the episode, and know Wesley was holding me. "I love you princess." "I love you too my prince." I started to drift off, and before I did, I heard Wesley whisper, "I will do anything to keep you safe."
Whatever that meant.
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Love Is Weird
RomanceI woke up, and sat up. I was tied to a bed in a nice looking bedroom. I looked around, and my eyes landed on the dresser next to the bed. On top of it was a picture. I strained my neck so I could look closer. I gasped, and tried to collect my though...
