Bound by Tension
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"You're a jerk." I replied, folding my arms across my chest.

"I promised to change for you and I'm doing that but you're still not accepting me?"

"I think you're obsessed with me and that is enough to make me scared. Why else would you literally force me to get married to you when I don't love you? It's crazy, just like you are. And..." I trailed off, trying to think of any other reason to not like him.

"The main point is that I love you and you will too. You can't remain this way for at least 30 years. Do you think you'll live the next 30 years of our marriage this way? You'll love me because you're already loving me, you're simply unable to realize it yet." He scanned me from head to toe, taking a stop at my chest region. "You look great, as always."

I ignored his compliment, as always. "Where are we going? I don't think it's sensible to go with you to this honeymoon without knowing where we're going."

"Be patient, babe. You'll know soon. It might not be a big surprise but it's more interesting when you don't know yet."

"And what if I decide to not go till you tell me where we're going?" I moved a step forward.

"Then I'll carry you till you're inside the airplane with me." He shrugged like it was nothing. "And you'll know I'll gladly do that."

I rolled my eyes at him, walking to my feather boa then resumed taking photos of myself, making sure Hames wasn't in any of my photos.

After a while of taking photos, Hames held my shoulders and kissed my cheek. It was too late for me to not capture that.

"Gosh, you've ruined my photo." I complained.

"I know I haven't." He snatched my phone from me and viewed the photo. "We look so good together. Perfect couple."

I took my phone from him. I wanted to delete the photo but it definitely looked really cute so I let it be.

"I'm ready to leave if you are. Our bags will be taken care of. Do you need to hold anything with you?"

"I don't think so." I glanced around. "Just my phone but it's already with me."

"Okay then, my love." He lifted me up my feet in a bridal style.

"Why?"

"Doesn't your feet hurt anymore, my Queen?" He started walking out of our bedroom.

"Put me down." I groaned.

"I'll carry you till we're in the plane." He kissed my forehead.

"People would know. You don't want that, right?"

"That's why we're leaving tonight. It'll be stealthy, babe." He began tickling my side, I wondered how he was doing that while carrying me.

I laughed boisterously. "Stop... stop! You'll drop me."

"I'll never let you fall, sweetheart." He stopped tickling me. "My love, my wife. I can't wait."

"You can't wait for what?" I asked but he only smirked and didn't respond to me.

He carried me out of the house then placed me in the backseat of his car, getting in beside me.

I wondered what this honeymoon had in store for us.

***

"Imogen," someone continuously tapped me but I was too involved in my sleep to wake up yet so I snuggled closer to my hard pillow, wrapping my arms around it.

"Jeez..." he groaned. Wait, that was Hames and his groan vibrated in my ear, but I still wasn't ready to wake up completely.

I was gently pushed from the pillow but surprisingly didn't fall. My eyes snapped open and was welcomed by the sight of Hames (he was the hard pillow), my arms were still around him and we were surrounded by a few other people which included Faith, my personal maid. I realized we were still in the plane.

"The plane has landed." Hames said, looking tired.

"Oh," I quickly untangled myself from him and jerked to my feet, brushing a few strands of my hair away from my face.

Hames rose to his feet and laughed at me.

"What's so funny?" I wondered.

"Come here," I glanced around before moving closer to him. He touched my hair and probably fixed it. "It's better now." He pecked me.

I stepped back and forced a smile at him. "Let's leave."

With his hand on the small of my back, we left the plane and went to his car.

He opened the door for me and got in after me. I didn't know why I was feeling like someone was going to be taking photos of us like in Australia.

"Bienvenue à Paris." I read that from an electronic board. "Hmm... I guess that means welcome to Paris or something." I shrugged and Hames chuckled.

He rested his head on my shoulder. "Till we arrive at our hotel, please give me a head massage. I couldn't sleep properly because I was watching you while you slept."

"I didn't ask you to." Nevertheless, I started massaging his head but it wasn't comfortable for me so I pulled his head to my lap.

"I couldn't help it. I had enough chances to kiss you multiple times without you pushing me away and I definitely took a lot of photos of you while you slept. So cute!"

I shook my head with a small smile. This dude was so unbelievable.

He jerked to sit up straight, widening his eyes and held my hands, glancing around confusedly.

"Is anything wrong?"

"Gosh, we're almost there."

"So?"

"Our new car should've arrived." He seemed to be breathing faster. "Oh wait, it wouldn't have."

"I didn't know you were buying yourself a new car."

"Our new car."

"So you're worried over a new car?"

"Nah. I just have thought about it but this... uh... it should be a surprise planned for you but I'm really worried. What if you don't like it? What if you don't appreciate my effort?"

I chuckled. "Is that really why you're getting nervous?"

"Definitely! You tend to not appreciate anything I do for you and it bothers me. What if this just turns out to be another waste of time?" He gently squeezed my hands, looking like an adorable little boy right now.

I couldn't help but laugh and hold his face. "You don't have to get all worried over it. Since you've put your effort into it, I'll definitely have no other option than to appreciate it." I gently stroked his cheeks with my thumb. "Promise?"

"Yeah, whatever. I promise."

"Whether or not it's a boring surprise, you'll appreciate it and reward me?"

"Yes, yes."

He sighed in relief, holding my hands again. "Can I love you any less?"

"After two years? I don't think so." I let go of him and turned my face away to stare at the beautiful view of Paris through the window. "Stubborn woman." He muttered but I was able to hear him.

"Hames, I heard that." I huffed.

"I'm so sorry." He quickly apologized but I ignored him, chuckling. "Head massage, please?" He placed his head on my lap while I massaged it.