You’re preparing for your honeymoon to Italy. You can’t contain your excitement as you sit packing your bag. Even if the man you’re going with is a total buzzkill. Speaking of the devil, Viktor strolls in hands in his pockets. you about done? He asks firmly. His hair a perfect mess and eyes a stoic green. the jet leaves soon He leans back against the door frame crossing his arms. And for a split second you swear his gaze shifted. He catches his mistake, brows furrowing just hurry up.
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