“Who shall compare to you now, Ian?” she whispers, nostalgia laced in her voice.
I lock my hands over her belly, lowering my chin to her shoulder. “I could ask you the same.”
She leans her head back and her breathing evens. I look down, finding her asleep.
With her in my arms, I think there’s no way we are going back to how things were. It’s a wonder we succeeded for this long, but the way we so eagerly gave in to the need for the other is a sure sign we’re not made to be just friends.
Why should we settle for less when we’re so damn great at all the other things that remind us more of a romantic relationship than a platonic one? It was never and will never be just a friendship.
The wind turns a bit chillier, so I slip my hands under her back and knees, lifting her gently. I carry her back to our villa, not wanting her to catch a cold.
Placing her on the bed, I undress her, draping the sheet over her.
Too restless to slide behind her, I take a bottle of water out on the terrace. I am too hyped to sleep, trying to figure out a solution.
I empty the bottle, but I am no wiser.
Giving up, I slip into bed behind her, wrapping my arms around her, holding her tight enough no one could ever take her from me.
I wakeup with soft kisses all over my face. “Thank you for carrying me back last night.”
“Keep going,” I say, grinning.
“Who’s greedy now?” she asks, continuing to pepper my face in kisses.
I’ve never thought I could hate something, but when an alarm rings, she scoots up, leaving me in a literal hard state. Me and fucking clocks are mortal enemies from now on.
I groan, pulling her back to the bed by her waist.
Squealing, she says, “No, I promise you can do whatever you want with me when we’re coming back.”
While the offer is appealing, it will take torturous hours until we’re back from the day trip.
I pout, and she kisses it away. “Anything.”
The offer is too good to pass, so I nod begrudgingly. “Fine.”
She giggles. “It’s a hard compromise, but you’re a big boy.”
I dig my fingers into her waist, telling of my need. “Keep that up. I’m going to take it out on your pussy tonight.”
She gasps in faux mortification. “Please, don’t threaten me with the best of times.”
“The best, huh? You’re going to give me a huge ego complex.”
She arches a knowing brow. “You already have one.”
This woman never ceases to fascinate me. I burst into laughter and follow her to the closet, feeling lighter. She makes the biggest difference to my mood. Addicted would be too mild a word to describe her influence on me. Steadily, she carved her way inside my heart and crowned herself the queen.
We match in our dark green outfits, her in a romper, me in pants and a shirt.
Downstairs, we hop on the ATV, and the guide takes us through the jungle.
When we reach the nearby village, she buys many souvenirs. We may need another bag, but her delight makes me happy in return, like I never even thought possible.
“These are all handmade,” she says, gushing over the craftsmanship of the little animal figures.
“We’ll take these too,” I say, moving to pay.
