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song(s) for this chapter: lay your head on my pillow X tony! toni! toné! ; how you want it? X teyana taylor & king combs

song(s) for this chapter: lay your head on my pillow X tony! toni! toné! ; how you want it? X teyana taylor & king combs

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Bora Bora, French Polynesia.

"Bro that was the longest flight in the world what the hell," Nadira yawned, stepping out of the airport. After thirteen straight hours of flying, they arrived at their honeymoon destination, Bora Bora.

"How would you know? You slept nine straight hours, baby," he laughed, taking his hand in hers.

"Okay? I was tired sir, weddings are exhausting," she defended herself. "It's so pretty here, babe, looks even better than the pictures," she marveled, looking around the island in awe.

The sun was rising in Bora Bora and it was a beautiful sight to see, they were extremely jet lagged, though. Currently in Atlanta, it was 3:30 in the morning and their bodies had yet to adjust to the drastic time switch, so even though Nadira slept most of the flight, she was still exhausted as was Gionni.

Once they made it to their over water bungalow, she was even more shocked. The plan was to let Nadira take care of the wedding and Gionni handle the honeymoon plans, and he did not disappoint. Their balcony overlooked the clear blue water that looked endless from where Nadira stood.

The walkway to the small house was covered by trees, and from there you could see the beautiful mountains that were on the opposite side of the water

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The walkway to the small house was covered by trees, and from there you could see the beautiful mountains that were on the opposite side of the water. On the back porch there was a hot tub built into the deck as well as a hammock swing that swung out over the water a bit. About a two-minute walk would lead you straight to the beach with warm sand and cool water, that they both couldn't wait to go to. Everything was so perfect it, places like this could only be described as paradise.

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