Alex and I go up to the room while Max chews his well-deserved dinner. Alex puts the board outfront, how she scurries around it. Her hair got wet and stuck funny on her face.
- So, I need to take a shower now, - she says, throwing off her thermal underwear. - Join me?
- You asking? - I follow her into the bathroom, take off my clothes and stand in front of her under the hot water.
- We've got another three hours, - Alex says, - We can go down to the spa and soak in the sauna and then dive into the pool. To rest so to rest.
- I like the way you're thinking, but I'll dive somewhere else first, - I play with my eyebrows as I look at her. She opens her beautiful blue eyes even wider and smiles. She's a hundred percent into the idea.
- Daniel, - she says, running her hand across my chest, - you wouldn't miss yours, would you?
- Never, - I reply and cover her lips with mine.
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- Son, we're going to the spa, - Alex says over the phone, wrapping herself in a towel. - Yeah, we're going for a little swim. Yeah. Okay. I'll see you there.
I wipe my wet hair with a towel and put on my bathing shorts, sweatpants and T-shirt.
- I'm ready, - I say.
Alex turns to me meaningfully:
-Where are you going so fast? - She wipes her hair with a towel and wraps it in a funny bun. - Come on, Mr. Fastman.
Surprisingly, there are practically no people in the spa. So we settle into the pool, splashing and having fun, occasionally popping in the sauna and hammam.
A couple of hours later we're lying on the bed in the room watching TV.
- Are you sure we have somewhere to go? - My favourite woman asks. I would love to stay in this bed with her, hold her close to me, breathe in her scent and think about nothing. But I know that if I give in and we stay, she'll regret it.
- We'll go. If we don't like it, we'll go home. We've only got one night. We could come back here with you for a week and stay in bed all evenings, - I suggest.
- And you know how to convince, Daniel Pierce, - she strokes my stomach and settles more comfortably on my shoulder. - Another ten minutes, and then I'm off to get pretty. I promise.
I smile and hum at the top of her head, pulling Alex closer. I didn't even know before how satisfying it can be to cuddle the woman I love and just relax. It was different with Kaitlin. She was like a walking disaster, we were constantly on a powder keg. Her mood changed 10 times a day and was impossible to predict. We had incredibly wild and passionate sex and then equally wild scandals with plates flying into the wall, lots of hurtful words. Eternal celebration and drama.
Alex showed me a different kind of relationship. When you can calm down and just exhale. She became my home. I wanted to be with her. Always. Who knew it could end soon.
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London Has Your Eyes
RomanceDaniel Pierce, a young British actor, wakes up after a wild party and doesn't understand how he ended up in the room of the Russian blonde Alex. What information about him is she willing to publish online? What was going on between them? And who is...
