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Authors: Emma Nichols
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professes his love, but proves it daily? Calm the fuck down. You’ve got this.” She took one final sip of her coffee, stood and then said, “Oh and here’s lover boy now.”
Whipping around, I saw him leaning in the doorway of the master bedroom. “Morning, Ben,” I managed. All the while I wondered how much of our conversation he had heard. His face was impossible to discern.
“Morning,” he said. “Let’s have breakfast and plan our day.” He studied me for a moment. “Oh, and for the record, Sin. You are the strongest woman I know.” With that, he turned and headed back into the room.
Melting into the couch with a hand across my face, I said, “Well, that answers that question.”
Jolie laughed.
“I’m sorry? Is something funny? Because if so, I have no freaking clue as to what it might be,” I growled at her.
“I love the way he handles you. I love the way he talks to you. Mostly, I love seeing you like this. It’s good for you,” she said. With that, she headed back to her bedroom.
Taking a few deep, fortifying breaths, I finally managed to pry myself off the couch. This could prove to be an incredibly long day. When I entered the master suite, I found him standing in front of the bathroom sink. Walking up behind him, I wrapped my arms around him. “I’m sorry,” I murmured into Ben’s back. I had buried my face there and was inhaling his scent. “I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to be all emotional. I don’t…”
At the moment, I had no idea what to say. When I was away from him, the doubts crept in. When I was near, there was no room, my heart was too full of love. I liked it better that way. I had a promise to keep and a future to build. I didn’t want to let anyone down, most of all me.
While he showered, I dressed and applied my makeup. It didn’t even occur to me how easily we shared a bathroom together. To me, that seemed like one of the biggest tells in a relationship. How comfortable were we together? Were we all apologies and bumbling and bumping into one another because I couldn’t be with someone who annoyed the crap out of me for the long haul.
Now, with Ben, he always seemed to know where to be and what to say. I marveled over that thought as I applied my lip gloss. He watched me do it, leaning over and kissing my neck and shoulder, tasting every bit of exposed skin. It felt wonderful and natural, like fifty years from now, he’d be doing the same thing if I let him. Only, I couldn’t picture him old.
Reaching behind me, I captured him, drew him closer, and looked at us in the mirror. Jolie spent little time with cameras, either in front of or behind them, but I might be able to convince her to take a few pictures of us. If I asked nicely. Better yet, I would have Ben ask. I smiled.
“What is it?” He asked with a grin as he nibbled my ear and placed his cheek beside mine.
Turning my face towards him to nuzzle his neck, I said simply, “We look good together.”
He shrugged away. “What? Are you kidding? We’re the most attractive couple here.”
Playing along, I laughed. “Oh are we now?”
“Absolutely.” He said with a nod, his hands still on my hips.
Then I murmured quietly. “Which part? The attractive or couple.”
Studying me intently in the mirror for a moment, he responded, “All of it.” He set his chin on the top of my head for but a moment, then he grabbed my hand. “Now let’s go eat.”
Instead of eating in the hotel, we decided to take a walk down the strip to find somewhere else to eat breakfast. It was a great decision, since we discovered there was a nice buffet, just around one of the corners, not at all off the beaten path, but enough so that the lines were reasonable. There I enjoyed all the things that I had on the ship…and more. The selection of fresh fruit was better. The ham was better. The Eggs Benedict were loads better…since I was able to have more Hollandaise. I love Hollandaise.
Ben watched me wolf down the
Whipping around, I saw him leaning in the doorway of the master bedroom. “Morning, Ben,” I managed. All the while I wondered how much of our conversation he had heard. His face was impossible to discern.
“Morning,” he said. “Let’s have breakfast and plan our day.” He studied me for a moment. “Oh, and for the record, Sin. You are the strongest woman I know.” With that, he turned and headed back into the room.
Melting into the couch with a hand across my face, I said, “Well, that answers that question.”
Jolie laughed.
“I’m sorry? Is something funny? Because if so, I have no freaking clue as to what it might be,” I growled at her.
“I love the way he handles you. I love the way he talks to you. Mostly, I love seeing you like this. It’s good for you,” she said. With that, she headed back to her bedroom.
Taking a few deep, fortifying breaths, I finally managed to pry myself off the couch. This could prove to be an incredibly long day. When I entered the master suite, I found him standing in front of the bathroom sink. Walking up behind him, I wrapped my arms around him. “I’m sorry,” I murmured into Ben’s back. I had buried my face there and was inhaling his scent. “I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to be all emotional. I don’t…”
At the moment, I had no idea what to say. When I was away from him, the doubts crept in. When I was near, there was no room, my heart was too full of love. I liked it better that way. I had a promise to keep and a future to build. I didn’t want to let anyone down, most of all me.
While he showered, I dressed and applied my makeup. It didn’t even occur to me how easily we shared a bathroom together. To me, that seemed like one of the biggest tells in a relationship. How comfortable were we together? Were we all apologies and bumbling and bumping into one another because I couldn’t be with someone who annoyed the crap out of me for the long haul.
Now, with Ben, he always seemed to know where to be and what to say. I marveled over that thought as I applied my lip gloss. He watched me do it, leaning over and kissing my neck and shoulder, tasting every bit of exposed skin. It felt wonderful and natural, like fifty years from now, he’d be doing the same thing if I let him. Only, I couldn’t picture him old.
Reaching behind me, I captured him, drew him closer, and looked at us in the mirror. Jolie spent little time with cameras, either in front of or behind them, but I might be able to convince her to take a few pictures of us. If I asked nicely. Better yet, I would have Ben ask. I smiled.
“What is it?” He asked with a grin as he nibbled my ear and placed his cheek beside mine.
Turning my face towards him to nuzzle his neck, I said simply, “We look good together.”
He shrugged away. “What? Are you kidding? We’re the most attractive couple here.”
Playing along, I laughed. “Oh are we now?”
“Absolutely.” He said with a nod, his hands still on my hips.
Then I murmured quietly. “Which part? The attractive or couple.”
Studying me intently in the mirror for a moment, he responded, “All of it.” He set his chin on the top of my head for but a moment, then he grabbed my hand. “Now let’s go eat.”
Instead of eating in the hotel, we decided to take a walk down the strip to find somewhere else to eat breakfast. It was a great decision, since we discovered there was a nice buffet, just around one of the corners, not at all off the beaten path, but enough so that the lines were reasonable. There I enjoyed all the things that I had on the ship…and more. The selection of fresh fruit was better. The ham was better. The Eggs Benedict were loads better…since I was able to have more Hollandaise. I love Hollandaise.
Ben watched me wolf down the
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