MARRIAGE TRAP

HONEYMOON #1

Puncak City is a two-hour drive south of the city, a route with a pretty beautiful view during the day, but provides a different view when surrounded by darkness.

Romy put the CD into the music player when the density around the city began to decrease. Lyra rested her head on the back, closed her eyes, and allowed the music to sink into her bones.

He does not want meaningless conversations, only welcomes silence to relax and unwind and face whatever will happen tonight. Although he did not find it easy to relax.

But the soft strains of music, the car driving quietly, mixed with nervousness, stress and lack of sleep at night then mastered it, and and Lyra was awakened by the soft touch of a finger caressing the edge of her jaw.

For a moment he could not remember space and time. There was only Romy, bent so close, the man's black eyes were reflected by the light, and somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, Romy's lips opened with a small smile. "Hi."

Romy is tempted to kiss Lyra's lips, taste and enjoy her sweet taste, and evoke her response.

He can do it easily. And he almost did it, but it would certainly ruin the atmosphere, reality would soon emerge, and Lyra would reject it outright.

If Romy wants to fuck her, she wants Lyra awake, aware and willing.

"We've arrived."

Lyra's eyes widened when she realized where she was and with whom, Romy's eyes narrowed slightly when she saw the girl covering her feelings.

Romy removes Lyra's seatbelt, then her own seatbelt before exiting behind the wheel, realizing that Lyra is following her movements.

Check-in went smoothly, a porter escorted them to their suite, did his job, then left.

Lyra glanced at the large bed and felt her knees limp at the thought of sharing the bed with Romy.

Ridiculous, considering he had been the man's lover for three months, and the awkwardness of the first night did not need to happen.

Sure, who do you want to fuck? A small voice mocked him as Lyra began to take out her belongings.

"Would you like something to drink?"

Lyra looked up and looked at Romy with a wondering look. "Drink what?"

"You?"

The corners of Romy's mouth lifted slightly in a humorless smile. "Yes.later. In the meantime, we can go to the cafe, sit around...."

"Pretending to be on a honeymoon?"

"Then go to bed fast."

Lyra could hear Romy's slippery tone of voice and chose to ignore it. That dangerous situation had risen by several levels, and he managed to control the faint tremors that threatened to travel through his body.

Surrender, you play with fire.

Lyra picked up her toiletry bag and placed it in the bathroom before reappearing into the bedroom. "You're talking about cafes."

"The wise choice."

Lyra is not sure delaying what is inevitable is a good idea, because she feels like prey waiting for the predator to attack.

The resort was luxurious and beautiful, Lyra noticed the cafe sitting room was spacious and showed exotic plants. There were two other couples sitting in groups around the round table, and Lyra smiled slightly as she flashed towards the table in the distance.

A servant appeared as soon as they sat down, and it was easy to lean against the cushion of the sofa.

"It's a good place." The ideal place, even for guests who choose not to play golf.

"I thought you'd like it."

So he's been here before. Certainly accompanied by women. Lyra sincerely hopes not to occupy the same suite. Such thinking could almost be called tacky.

"No." said Romy casually and amusedly, and Lyra deliberately raised her eyebrows.

"Did I care?". But Lyra did care, and it irritated her more than she wanted to admit.