Love Under Construction

38. Getaway

Olivia's POV

"I could get used to this," I mumble as Spencer lays next to me, still, with the sounds of the water splashing in the background of my thoughts.

"I could too. But I'm hoping that by the time I get back, this movie starts to fall in place," he whispers as I rub the back of his ear gently.
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We decided to take a trip to San Francisco a couple of weeks after our engagement, just to really take in the moment.

Also, it's a small reward to ourselves for our latest accomplishments.

"I hope so too," I counter before he rest his head calmly on my stomach as I continue to rub his ear softly.

"Mojitos? Rum punch?" A server asks and I decline as I lay comfortably in my chair to bathe in the sun with my eyes closed.

"You can give me her rum punch then," Spencer tells her and she giggles before walking away.

"That wasn't even funny," I say and he looks confused as he sits up. "The waitress is clearly flirting."

"No she's not," he disagrees with his patented smirk and I roll my eyes.

"You wouldn't know since you're not a woman."

"I don't think it's a woman or man thing—- I think it's a point of view thing. And from my point of view, she's just being nice."

"And from mine, she's trying to be cute," I counter, making him laugh.

"Two rum punches— for you!" She says with a smile as she returns.

"Oh, can I get the chips with queso?" I ask.

"Spicy or mild?" Her voice is way less enthused and Spencer chuckles as I raise my eyebrow at him.

"Mild."

"Is that it?" She asks in a normal tone and I suggest a water before she turns to walk away.

"See?" I ask.

"She definitely ain't feeling you as much as she's feeling me. But that's okay because I'm feeling you." He responds in between laughter while rubbing my thigh.

"You've felt me enough these past two days."

He takes a sip of his punch and smirks. "There's no such thing as feeling my fiancée too much."

I relax as he leans over and kisses me a few times before letting his tongue travel a little below my neck and tease the bare part of my chest in my bikini.

I giggle as I notice the stoic face the waitress makes as she sits my water, chips, and queso on a small table, squeezing it next to my bag.

"You just made your little girlfriend jealous," I joke and he cuts his eyes, as if he does not see the humor in my words.

"I ain't thinking about that girl," he tells me as he applies a trail of kisses up to my neck.

"There's kids out here!" I say and he laughs.

"How they think they got here?" Spencer asks before he stops and checks his vibrating phone.

I watch closely as he smiles and pumps his fist as he reads an email.

"Tigo says he just added the last cast member and we start the table reads on Thursday."

I cheer, happily, before hugging him tightly. "Yes! It's happening."

"Baby, I know this is just the beginning, but I feel like this is what Training Day was to Denzel." He tells me seriously and I couldn't be more proud.