#* ♡ ◞ fabien lemire ╱ 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 .

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he barely shut an eye all night. perhaps courtesy of the jet lag resulting from their flight across the atlantic, that seemed the most likely explanation. but maybe it could be traced back to the hint of nerves settling into his stomach at the thought of their wedding. they must have been healthy nerves, butterflies of elation at taking the next step. so he told himself. and rather than attempting to find more sleep, he stood near the edge of the balcony to watch the outstretched views of a sea of blue, waves crashing against the rocky coastline of greece.   “ morning, sleepyhead. ”   his gaze did not need to waver to know who joined him as he heard the creaking of the balcony doors. hand reached for hers as he drew her closer, lips gently placed against her temple.   “ how did you sleep? ”   it was preferable she got a little better sleep than he did, considering her maid of honour had taken it upon herself to set a strict agenda for their first day on the island. to ensure they got in as much wedding preparation as humanly possible. he found himself a little less concerned with that, only plans he had for himself this morning being exploration of the breakfast buffet. and to wallow in the current moment for a little longer, before the remainder of the wedding party would undoubtedly spoil the peace and quiet.

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he does not recall the last time the corners of his mouth curved upwards into the resemblance of a smile so easily. so instinctively, teeth bare as he failed to contain the amusement of their trip down memory lane. so much so it clouded his mind enough, to forget in its entirety about why his following words should have remained unspoken.   “ it’s still you, you know that? ”