To Be Yours Again

I watched the car pull into an airfield where a private jet laid waiting. We were on our way to our so called honeymoon. I glanced at him wondering just how he was wired. I found it weird that we haven’t had sex for Christ’s sake. We’re married. Why was he holding back? Maybe he really was tired from all the dancing of yesterday. I needed to have my needs met at the honeymoon. We got down from the car and I watched his PA, Dante exchange pleasantries with the pilots and the other staff. I grimaced, this man is always with him. Was he coming with him to the honeymoon as well? I waited impatiently as Dante and Enzo engaged in a conversation. I sighed as he walked up to me, leaving Dante behind. “Let’s get going.” I nodded and we both got into the jet, sat beside each other and fastened our seatbelt. I noticed he kept staring around and grinning from ear to ear. I wondered what was so special in being in a jet. I’m sure he had been in more than he can count. And after a while, I noticed he brought his palms together, especially when the jet started to move. I stared at him closely as he was starting to sweat a lot. I frowned. Did his accident make him scared of flying? His face paled and before he would pass out, I placed my hand above his. “It’s okay...Nothing bad is going to happen.”I assured. He held onto my hand tightly as the jet took off.

I blinked and waited for him to get used to it. The jet had been in the sky for a few minutes now and he was still holding my hand. Seriously...when was he going to get used to this? I cleared my throat. “See...I told you everything’s fine.” I let out. He looked out through the window and slowly let go of my hand. “Wow...from being terrifying...it’s so fascinating...everything looks so small.” I get it that he was scared because of his accident but to be fascinated about this is strange. “I don’t think I can forget this experience.” “Why?” I asked, curiously. “It’s my first time traveling by air.” I frowned. “What?” He shakily turned to face me. “I mean, it’s my first time since the accident. I might not have told you before but some of my memories are yet to come to me, so some stuff feels new.” Oh. I nodded in comprehension. I leaned against my seat reeling on how good it will be to have sex on the jet. I glanced at him and he was staring through the window. How the hell did I end up with a clueless husband?

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RAPHAEL When we arrived in Paris. I wished Dante had come with us. Ahh. He had told me he would always give me a call. But how was I supposed to survive in this place for two weeks all alone with this woman? I was told if Enzo was found within those weeks, we would get switched back and continue our respective lives. I could hardly wait. A car was waiting for us.

“Mr and Mrs Moretti.” A young man acknowledged and handed the car mobilizer to me. I swallowed. Dante had only given me driving lessons a few times. I’m still not confident about it but I acted cool as we got our things into the car. Before I could get Mona’s door, she opened it herself and got in. I walked over and got into the driver’s seat. I had memorized the address of the resort that was booked for our honeymoon so I inputted it into the GPS. I started the car and drove the best way I could. “Why are we moving like a tortoise?”Mona asked me. “Tortoise? How?” “You’re driving too slow. At this rate, we might get to the resort tomorrow.” “There’s nothing wrong with the way I’m driving.” I snapped.