Rose's POV's
I sat in James's private jet and it has been hours since we left Paris and I still had no idea where we would be spending our honeymoon at. I'm so tired of sleeping so I decided to watch James's sleep and snore himself away in his arm chair. I could tell that all that alcohol really wore him out. Before I could concentrate back on the magazine I caught a glimpse of James's lips. I couldn't deny that he had fine lip's that curve at all the right places and had the right and perfect pink colour.
Kiss him already! There's no ways James and myself would ever have love in our marriage, he just married me because I had ended up pregnant with his children.
James opened his eyes and caught me staring at him, then smiled.
"Is it just my imagination or were you checking me out? “
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