Secluded Affair

Chapter 4

You wake up early the following day, you know it's early as Jon is still asleep and the sun hasn't begun to rise yet, you are tangled up in the sheets, and his arms are still wrapped around you in a vice-like death grip. But, unfortunately, mother nature has other plans for you. You manage to untangle your limbs and free yourself from his grasp. You get up and make it just in time before you pissed yourself. 

On your way back to bed, you notice Jon is now waking up, and you see him reach out towards your side of the bed, his eyebrow furrows in confusion. You stand in the doorway watching him, and it takes him a moment to notice you watching him.

"Morning, Stalker, like what you see?" he sneers to himself once he's finished.

"Oh really, MR B, well, for one, you are in my bed, and two, you look cute when you wake up." 

"Well, Miss R, technically, this is my bed." 

"Oooh, were playing that card, are we, and here I was going to make you breakfast this morning," You say as you grab your robe and stroll out of the room and toward the kitchen to make a coffee.

"Aww, babe, you would have done that for me; you know I was joking!" He shouts from the bedroom. As soon as the coffee machine finishes working its magic, he is standing in the kitchen wearing nothing but a smile. He reaches up into the cupboard and hands you down two cups; you set them on the counter and turn to go into the fridge for the milk. You finished pouring the milk into the coffee when he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around and rests his head on your shoulder and places a light, gentle kiss onto your cheek,

"Thanks for the coffee, and thank you for getting me out of my head."

"Your welcome, and thank you for sharing with me last night. I know it is not easy to open up to people, let alone some weirdo chick you don't know from Adam you end up bunking with."  

"I feel like I've been looking in all the wrong places for the answers, but they were inside me all along. I just needed the right weirdo to help me see. And besides, the weirdo kinda has me under a spell," he whispers into your ear. He turns you around in his arms, so you are face to face and kisses the end of your nose. You look into his eyes and see there is still sadness there but not as heavy as yesterday. 

"What do you fancy doing today?" you ask him.

"Why don't we spend the day on the beach and bring a picnic with us,"

"Sounds like a plan, Batman,"

"Hey, It's Superman, thank you, he's so much cooler than Batman," he says, looking offended; you burst out laughing at his childish attitude as he pokes his tongue out at you.

"It's a saying where I come from, you dipstick. Come on, let's get ready," You push him towards his room and walk off towards yours. 

You meet back in the kitchen and start getting the picnic-ready; you grab some fruit, cut some up, and put it into containers and some other snacky bits. Jon holds a couple of bottles of wine and some glasses, and he pops all the containers into the picnic basket. You pick up the bag with the towels and other bits inside while Jon carries the picnic basket; as you walk across the patio towards the path to the beach, you pick up the blanket and throw it over your shoulders. You both walk side by side down the little path; Jon begins humming a tune to himself. Finally, you pick a spot next to some palm trees that offer a little shade; you set down the blanket and the bag while Jon puts the basket down on the blanket.

"Do you wanna have some food first, or do you fancy a dip?"

"I think I might just chill first,  watch the sunrise enjoy the moment," you say to him.