Euphoria

Julian's POV

Unforseen circumstances have led to me carrying Lena to my suite. I wanted to take her home but she kept saying she doesn't want to go there. I have to haul her into my arms in bridal while she wiggles her toes giggling, poking my cheeks at every chance she gets.

" It's our wedding day. Where are we going to?" She asks wrapping her hands around my neck smiling.

" My suite. Being drunk doesn't suit you" I lie though I love every minute of it. Who knows what she'll do when she's sober. The scowl on her face will return and I'd go back to my normal attitude of hating her.

" It got me in your arms. So it does" she tells me giving me a chaste kiss. I halt to look at her then shake my head. It's can't be true. Lena doesn't feel anything for me because her frequent show of public affection is giving me doubts.

" What was that for?" She reposition her hands by moving it lower then scoffs.