Our Secret Dream 2

Sunshine & Friends

**In Puerto Rico**

Urgh, I can't believe how long it has taken me to get everything unpacked. We are only here for four days and yet I have so many clothes. Bryan bless him did an incredible job of packing my suitcase for me but I kind of think he went a little overboard. Especially with lingerie and bikini's. Somehow I think he is trying to hint at something - which is obviously about as subtle as a brick. I shake my head and laugh.
I walk out of the closet and pick up Bryan's suitcase, putting it on the footon at the bottom of the bed. I unzip it and start putting away all of his clothes. If I left it to him he would live out of his suitcase this whole trip. I'm not sure if anyone else is like me but as soon as I get anywhere I have to unpack my suitcase.

I know your probably wondering where Bryan is during all of this - he's actually gone out with the boys. He did check with me first if I wanted any help putting everything away but I literally shooed him out of our room. They have gone to the local market to buy some essentials, fruit, veggies, snacks and most importantly alcohol. With the legal drinking age here being 18 it means that Tris can actually buy his own booze - he was very excited about that. Quinn in somewhere in the house probably unpacking just like me. I look around the room checking that everything has been put away before closing up both suitcases and putting them into the storage closet, out of the way.

I strip out of my clothes hopping into the shower, washing away the stickiness of the flight. Savouring the feeling of the hot water as it trickles down my skin. Once everything has been thoroughly washed away I step out of the shower, wrapping a towel tightly around my body. I tuck in the corner of the towel between by boob and the towel locking the towel into place. I give myself the once over in the mirror before walking out of the bathroom back into the bedroom. I smile as I take in the pure beauty of the room and the ocean view from the balcony of our bedroom.

Turning on my heal I head into the walk in closet. Appreciating all of our hanging clothes my clothes snugly hung besides Bryan's. I know it's silly but it's something so simple and yet it always makes me smile. I walk down past my clothes, letting my finger tips run over each of the hanging items. The different textures tingling against my skin. I stop when I reach my bikini's, pondering over which one I should get changed into for the day. Strumming a finger against my lips as I contemplate my options.

A smile tugs at my lips as I remove the Burberry Set. This has to be one of my personal favourites - out of all the brands for bikini's that I own Burberry is by far one of the top five designers that I love. The triangular shaped tops are covered in a simple check pattern - made of the colours beige, brown, pink and silver. The bottoms have the same pattern, the straps are thin and tied just in line with the hip bone.

I slip on the two piece, making sure all my assets are covered. I do not want to piss Bryan off this early into our weekend getaway. Making Bryan jealous can go one of two ways; 1) He gets mad and insanely jealous, to the point where he will literally pick me up and take me in front of anyone and everyone just to stake his claim and show everyone else that I am his and no one else or... 2) He gets angry and lets his blood continue to boil, letting me know I am in big trouble. He will hold out and let the impending anticipation of my punishment eat me alive until he will eventually make the decision that we are to go to our room and for him to really show me who is in charge and who I belong to.

Before you say anything about this being an ownership thing, it's fine everything is always consensual. Bryan is mine and I am Bryan's - we both have a claim to the other and still hold our own independence and as much as I love to be in control when it comes to us having sex 99% of the time I love submitting to him. Not to mention Bryan is 1000% a dominant.

I'm sittind at my vanity table as I pick up my phone and call Quinn. I know I could go searching for her but this villa is huge and for all I know she could be outside on the beach or out somewhere else. I prop the phone up against the mirrow and wait for her to answer my facetime.