“Oh, that’s great news! I’m going to make a call to my mom and ask her to email me a couple letters. Wish me luck.” I’ve already turned on my heels to head to my suite.
“You don't need it. But we want the recap later,” Klara calls out, but I barely hear her. I’m already thinking about my next move as I jog toward the suite.
The moment I reach the suite, I open the door and make the call.
“Mom, I need a favor.”
“This sounds serious, is everything ok?” she asks.
I relay everything about Faith; she’s excited that we reconnected. “What can I do?” she asks, her voice full of hope.
“Do you remember that box of letters in the closet? I need you to grab a couple of them, please. The very first letter and the one written on Maya’s birthday—July 19th,” I say, as if she doesn’t know her own granddaughter’s birthday. My adrenaline is pumping through my veins so quickly.
I hear her walk along the hardwood floors at her house. Then, she’s rummaging around. “I found the first one. Now, let me see. Ah! Found the second one.”
I smile so wide my face hurts. She has them; two of many letters I wrote to Faith. The first one was raw, and I wrote it when life was not going my way. I was in such a terrible mental state. The only person I thought about was her. It was Faith who got me to the other side of physical therapy, and she doesn’t even know it. The other letter shares so much of me on a different level. I want her to read them—maybe she’ll understand me a little better.
“Mom, can you scan and email them to me? Also…I’m moving home—for real this time,” I say, and she squeals with excitement. I expected her to be happy, but that reaction was intense. “Please don’t tell Eve. I want to share the news with her myself. I’ll call her soon.”
“You’re coming home! Jude, it’s about time. No matter what happens, you’ve done everything possible to show how much you care and love her. When you’re finally home, it will be nice to spend time with you and the family.”
She’s right. It’s comforting to hear her say that. It motivates me to continue with giving Faith the letters and opening myheart for her to see. I’ll head to the resort office to print out the letters shortly.
“Thank you, Mom. I love you, too,” I say, ending the conversation.
With no wedding responsibilities today, I casually head to the bathroom and step into the shower. I feel like I’m walking on air. After washing up, I consider jerking off, but I just want to get back to Faith. I turn off the shower, step out, and throw on clothes after drying off. I might be overly optimistic, but I pack a bag just in case I get to spend another night with her. I leave it in my room for easy access later.
The sun is shining on the patio, so I make my way to the door and open it, soaking it all in. The sandy beach and the ocean with the sun dancing on the surface—it amazes me every time I visit. It’s the perfect spot for weddings, and maybe one day…
Pull it back and focus on today.
A couple of hours have passed since I left Faith, so I make my way to the office to print the emails. As I walk by the resort’s boutique, a bracelet on display through the window grabs my attention. It’s a charm bracelet. The piece is called the Irish love bracelet. Although it might be extravagant, I’m buying it anyway. I’ll figure out the right moment to give it to her.
The clerk places the bracelet in a box and wraps it up. Since I don’t want to take it to her room, I stop by and tuck it safely into my overnight bag. Lost in my thoughts, I barely remember walking to her door. I swipe the key card and gently push the door open. She’s still asleep, so I quietly make my way over and lean down to kiss her.
The moment my lips touch her skin, she stretches out and says, “How long have you been gone?”
“Just a couple of hours. Did you sleep the whole time?”
Last night was a tough night for her.
“I sure did. Could you please get me some more water?” My cock twitches as she licks her lips. Maybe I should have taken care of things in the shower. Oh well! I will my cock to stand down.
I add an electrolyte packet to her water bottle for good measure. Then, I hand it to her.
“Here you go.”
Our hands meet, and the heat that radiates between us is like an inferno. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you,” I say as we gaze into each other’s eyes. There’s no denying the connection we have.
The letters in my pocket are making me anxious, and I’m debating whether it’s the right moment to hand her the first one.
She sits up in bed and swings her legs over the edge of the bed. Her complexion is back to normal, and it appears she wasn’t sweating while napping.
In no time, the water I’ve handed her is gone. As she yawns, her arms stretch over her head. Rising to her feet, she heads to the bathroom and closes the door. A few minutes later, she struts back into the room.
I’m still standing near the bed, and I can’t keep my eyes off of her. Her waist leads to wide hips that I want to grab. The sexual tension could be cut with a knife. She reaches up, puts two hands on my face, and looks deep into my soul—like she can see into me.
