Wifey Talk [COMPLETED, 18+]

Part eighteen

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SOFIA'S POV

Today marks the halfway point of our trip to Hawaii. We are going to celebrate by going swimming with dolphins, and I am incredibly excited. For once, James isn't terrified.

I listen to the guides talk about the history of the islands on our personal boat excursion. The coastline of the island looks amazing from out here in the water. The dolphins are so cute, and the guides show us how to ride their backs. I slip into the water, completely taken aback by how sweet the dolphins are. We swim with a pod of spinner dolphins. Overall, they drop us in the water three times to swim with the dolphins. The reef fish are beautiful to observe, and on our way out, we spot several humpback whales. I'm absolutely floored by the wildlife here.

When we get back to the mainland, our guides offer to take some more photos of us. James pulls me into his side, and we take another photo together. We've already taken several with the dolphins, but this is our first of the day together. I'm surprised when he keeps his arm around me as our guide Caleb talks to us.

Caleb grins at me. "So how did you feel about your experience today?"

"So good," I tell him excitedly. "I learned so much about the island and the wildlife."

"I can't believe we got to see those humpback whales," James adds, and I grin at him. It's nice to see him so excited about something that we've done together.

"Think you'll come back?" Caleb asks.

I look over at James, and he smiles at me. "We definitely have to," I say, grinning.

Afterward, James decides to take me out for dinner and dessert. We head to a Thai restaurant, where I order glass noodles. James orders a spicy chicken dish, and we share our food and eat. "So what do you want to do tomorrow?" I ask him.

"Do you want to go rafting? That might be fun," he says.

"Sure! I want to do as much as possible before we get back to New York. I'm probably going to exhaust myself doing all of these activities, but I want our honeymoon to be memorable."

"What's your favorite thing that we've done so far?"

I smirk at him. "Definitely cage diving with the sharks. I kind of want to go again in open water."

James laughs sarcastically. "Har-har, that's never going to happen. It doesn't even seem safe."

"We'd be going with professionals!" I tell him.

"I'd be worried about you the whole time," he says. His comment makes me smile for some reason, maybe because it shows that he actually cares about me. Before he said that today, I wouldn't have thought he cared for me at all. Not with the way he's been sleeping around with women right in front of me, declaring that we must have an open marriage.

"Nice to know that you care," I can't help but say.

"Of course I care," he says, looking appalled.

"I don't know, sometimes you seem like you could care less about me," I tell him honestly.

"That's absolutely not true. I care about you a lot Sofia," he tells me.

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JAMES' POV

How could she think that I didn't care about her? She really thinks I would be fine with just letting her swim in the open ocean with a bunch of sharks? One of them could chomp right through her.

I suggest heading out for ice cream after dinner, to which Sofia enthusiastically agrees. I'm beginning to realize that she has a sweet tooth rivaling Cookie Monster's. Sophia gets her vanilla cone with sprinkles, and then after she finishes eating, she shares my sundae with me.

"Big ice cream fan, huh?" I ask, watching her shovel hot fudge and vanilla ice cream into her mouth.

She blushes. "Is it that obvious?"

"I think it's cute," I tell her. "What if I make you a promise right now to always keep ice cream in our home?"

She grins. "You shouldn't make promises you can't keep," she warns.

"Oh, I'll keep that one," I tell her.

"I'll hold you to it," she says.

We finish eating our dessert and head back home to the cottage, at which point Sofia decides to shower. I watch TV while she takes her sweet time, and then I'm forced to interrupt her when I have to pee and can no longer hold it.

"Sofia?"

"Yes?" Her sweet voice rings out amidst the sound of pouring water droplets.

"Can I come in? I need to use the bathroom."

"That's fine," she says.

I head inside and pass the shower, where I gulp when I see her naked silhouette through the frosted glass. She's washing her hair, and I hurry to the bathroom and pee. I'm washing my hands when she gets out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her body. 

"Will you pass me the lotion?" She asks me.

I dry off my hands, handing her the aloe lotion she uses. She begins to work the lotion into her skin, rubbing her arms, and I'm transfixed by the way her hands work. "Can I help you?" She looks up at me, amused.

The tips of my ears redden. "N-no, sorry. I just-I'm going," I stammer, walking out.

What about her leaves me so tongue-tied? When she walks out of the bathroom twenty minutes later, she's wearing another negligee. This one is made of lacy black fabric and satin, and it ripples against her curvy body like a waterfall. I watch in complete awe of her as she bends forward, breasts spilling just so while she pulls the comforter down. Then she climbs into bed and covers her body.

"I'm excited for tomorrow," she tells me. "Rafting should be lots of fun."

I watch as she sits up in bed and begins to brush her wet hair. There's something mesmerizing about her slow hand movements. We sit in silence, me watching her hands weave her wet locks into a braid. Then she gets under the covers, closing her eyes. I force myself to lie down and go to slip, doing my best not to picture her in that sexy black slip. It's not going to help me to imagine her in the lingerie she wears to bad every night.

"It should be fun," I echo. "Goodnight Sofia."

"Goodnight James," she whispers, yawning quietly.