Waves - Book #2 [completed]

51 ~ Redamancy

Redamancy
noun
the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full

The "Do not disturb" sign is in place, hanging off the door handle outside the room.

Riley's phone is on mute, tucked into the side pocket of her suitcase which is out of view.

I checked in on my dad for one last time tonight, calling him and making sure he was doing okay. I could hear the pride in his voice when he told me he loved meeting Riley and that he hopes to see her again soon, but that I should get back to her for now since she flew all the way over from Australia. Even though he doesn't really know her, I feel glad that he's supportive.

Now, my phone is on mute too and nothing will make me leave this room for the next twenty-four hours. Maybe more, depending on how I can hold up.

Getting out of that tub was some work because neither of us wanted to. But we both knew hurried, unprotected sex in a bathtub where I would be in danger of cracking my skull trying to ravage Riley, wouldn't do it justice. Wouldn't do us justice. Because I want to take my time with her, make it special. Be thorough. I want my lips to explore every fucking inch of Riley's body.

And so, very unladylike Riley reached for a towel and scrambled out of the tub, not without almost toppling over and squishing her tits into my face. I did not complain about it. I laughed and she did too. She's been laughing non-stop since. Sweet and light. She's fucking gorgeous.

We ordered a late lunch slash early dinner, and while the Korean place Riley was eyeing earlier prepared our food, I ran to the drugstore with a ball cap pulled all the way into my face to avoid anyone recognizing me while I bought the one thing we need to have sex. On my way back, I picked up our food and now it's already dark out and Riley's dressed in nothing but a fluffy white robe and a towel turban atop her head, sitting cross-legged on the living space floor while shoveling dumplings and summer rolls from the spread on the coffee table into her mouth.

Watching her is my favorite pasttime.

I feel good.

Better than good.

I don't feel lost anymore. I still don't have a clue what to do with my career and for the moment being I'm so at peace with the limbo, because I know where I belong. I'll be happy doing anything for as long as it allows me to be with Riley.

When she reaches for the last dumpling, I shake my head at the girl sitting across from me and stand.

"What?" she mumbles around a mouthful of rice paper, carrots and coriander.

"You got something on your chin." I wipe at my scruff to indicate the spot on her skin, opening the minibar with the other hand.

"Oh." Snickering, she wipes the sauce away and licks it off her thumb. "Is there any beer?"