Saints and Assassins (The Sentinels)

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First, she had strangely decided to have breakfast with Adam and before she even realized it, she had agreed to spend the day with him on his boat . She had come to Hawaii to get away from her l ife, but it had followed her.
    As the temperature of the water rose, the mirror steamed up. She got in and let the water beat on her back. It felt good , but it was almost too hot, which made her skin burn slightly. The sun and events of the day had their effect on her too. The swimming and rain had left her hair in knots and s he tried to untangle it but wasn’t having much luck. While massaging the conditioner through her hai r she relaxed and her anxiety melted away.
    The white t-shirt that Adam had given her was definitely big, but she liked how it felt. When she lifted it to her nose and sniffed it, it smelled so good. There was a hint of cologne or something that lingered on it making it absolutely desirable.  She put on the shorts, but they fell off her.  She would just have to settle for the shirt. It was long enough that she could get into bed without flashing him.  She smiled at the thought of flaunting herself. It would be embarrassing for her, but funny. If she had been younger, she might be a bit more concerned. Shyness really had left her personality a long time ago. Eve towel dried her hair and slowly stepped out of the bathroom to find Adam standing in front of the TV.
    While still looking directly at it he spoke. “ I ordered some des s ert s and it should be here in a few minutes.” 
    Eve carefully kept the t-shirt pulled down and slid into the bed. With the blankets now over her she relaxed. She even stacked the pillows up behind herself so that she leaned against them. 
    Adam flipped impatiently through the channels. Eve didn’t watch a lot of TV anymore. She hated the news and wasn’t into any certain series so his channel su rfing didn’t bother her one bit. S he actually enjoyed the fact that someone else was flipping it. Relinquishing control of the remote humored her and she couldn’t help but smile inside. Then there came a knock at the door, room service .
    Adam stood up, glanced down at her and dropped the remote next to her as he walked to the door. Those dark eyes of his seemed to hide something and she was very interested to know what it was even though she knew she probably would never find out . She picked up the remote and continued surfing since he hadn’t made it through all of the channels yet.  She fin ally stopped on an action movie even though she was not sure which one it was but it was noisy and distracting.
    Adam came back around the corne r with a tray of food . She sat up higher in the bed to peer at the trays when he sat them down on her bed.
    “Here you go,” he said. Eve looked up at him and he flashed a smile at her. “There’s apple pie, cherry pie, a chocolate mou s se, chocolate chip macadamia nut cookies and two glasses of milk. “Take your pick, oh and here. I had them bring this too,” he said as he handed her a hairbrush.
    “Thank you.” The hairbrush surprised her.
    He sat on the edge of the bed keeping one leg hanging off the side, handed her silverware first, and then grabbed some for himself. She was amazed at what he had ordered. There was definitely too much there.
    “I hope most of this was for you. I’m not that hungry,” she said. He grinned and looked back down at the tray . She liked his smile. It let her know that he wasn’t mad anymore and more than that she felt that he liked being near her.
    “Let’s see,” she said aloud. “I think I’ll have the apple pie.”
    “Good choice. I think I’ll start with the cherry pie then,” he said as he picked up the plate.
    They sat quietly for a long moment as they both ate and watched the movie. N either of them spoke, but Eve glanced at him e ach time that he would look down at his plate. She couldn’t help but shift her eyes to his face. How she wanted to touch his skin. He had enough stubb

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