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Kataleya 's POV:-
"Where are we going?" For what was the thousandth time, Enrico asked.
"I never thought I would ever dislike hearing your voice. But, here we are." I scowled, because his impatience was making my patience run low.
"I am taking it to my heart." He huffed, turning his face away from me.
"Your hand in mine says otherwise." I pointed out, staring at our interlocked fingers on the armrest.
Yes, we are in a plane, flighiying to a destination that will have our fondest memories soon.
After we had changed into our outfits, we only packed necessary items, such as sanitary and other stuffs.
Enrico was ready to pack a load of stuff, almost three suitcase with just his things.
As per him, "We should always be ready for the surprise life throws at us."
So, I broke it up to him and said, " We are not moving for the sake of our lives."
The reaction on his face was priceless. He really thought we won't be back, and when I emptied his bags, he was sulking like a spoiled brat.
Therefore, I had to inform him why I refused to let him bring anything with us. I told him we will shop our clothes from the places we will be heading to.
Again, yes, not just a single place but places.
That was the only way to stop him from being his brooding self.
"I am just hurt by your words, not that will stop me from loving you or holding your hand." He admitted, not bothering to turn his face.
Chuckling at him, I leaned my head and rested it on his shoulder after giving it a slight peck.
I could feel his body relax with my touch and in response to my action, he placed his head on mine.
Descending into a peacefull tranquillity in each other's warmth was the last thing I remember before losing myself to the darkness.
*~•~*
*4 Hours later*
"Only if I was the goblin's bride." Sighing in disappointment, I muttered out.
"Only if I was the grim reaper." I heard from my side.
I tilted my head and stared at him with my eyes narrowed at him, to which he shrugged his shoulder and defended himself by saying,
"You are not the only one who finds him hot."
I nodded my head at his words, agreeing with him, before speaking further to push his buttons.
"Do you swing both ways?"
He rolled his eyes at me and replied "What will you do if I say yes?"
'Don't say it... Kataleya, stop.' Diana popped up, pleading me to stop speaking what I was about to.
YOU ARE READING
Wild And Wicked
Romance"My happiness is like a flower that blooms, but at last, it always shrinks. It taught me, even though the happiness blossom, the misery never fades." Kataleya Hernández. Belonging to a well-known family of Spain, It's typical for people to assume h...
