It's only us. (ON HOLD)

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I swayed my feet back and forth as I couldn't muster up an idea of what to do. Maybe I was being too rash with him, or maybe I was just being difficult.

Even so, I decided to just stay where I was for awhile as I started to replay the events of our night.

For the first time he seemed so gentle in and kind, but the second I mentioned the fact I was gonna go swim it was like he changed completely.

Maybe I did something wrong, but maybe I didn't. Yet, for some reason I feel so out of place with our relationship all over again, for one minute it seemed like everything was okay and now it feels like  I don't know him all over again.

I hate that I feel sick to my stomach now trying to figure everything out, maybe our situation is a mistake after all.

I stood up carefully as I angled my foot upward before I reached for the door handle, yet something was already pushing against it.

I stood back as I let him walk in and drop clothes on the counter without a word before he pivoted out of the bathroom.

I wanted to say something, yet it was like there was a lump caught in my throat. I didn't even notice he brought my bathing suit to me until I pulled myself together a few moments later. I heard him rustling around his suitcase as it hit me as to what he was doing.

I opened the bathroom door and peeked my head out before I said," It's okay, really. I don't wanna go swim anymore Diego." 

And for a moment the rustling stopped, before a loud sigh emerged from him and he began to rustle around his luggage once more. I sighed quietly before I retreated into the bathroom again and closed the door behind me.

I stripped down as I changed into my bathing suit and wrapped a towel around myself. I figured that we would talk it out by the poolside.

That's what I hoped at least.

I opened the door once more before I walked out and saw him sitting on his bed silently with his swim trunks on along with what you would call a middle aged dads vacation shirt.

The ones that have the really ugly CGI palm trees on them and are supposed to button up. I chuckled silently as I went to my suitcase to find a shirt and drape it over myself.

"You almost ready?" He asked softly. I gave him a small sound of agreement before he placed sandals by my feet and began to slide his crocs on.

Sliding the shirt on over my towel wasn't the most ideal thing but one of the more modest things. Yes, he saw my body earlier on today but I don't think this is the time to give him a show.

I slipped my sandals on, along with a book in my tote, and slowly made my way to the door of our hotel room. Diego followed behind me silently, but it was obvious we both wanted to speak. Part of me thought I was being dramatic, that we're just being overly difficult and that it's all gonna blow over and we're gonna be fine. Yet, in this moment it feels as if a line we've established has diminished.  

Maybe what we have worked for is gonna fall apart.

We walked down the long hallway side by side until we reached the elevator and awaited it's arrival. The tension that was there was so unbelievably thick we needed a chainsaw to slice through it.

But as the elevator arrived and we both stepped in, my mind got put to ease when his hand softly pressed against my lower back as we watched the doors close.

I smiled slightly before he decided to break our silence," Look" he said softly," I'm sorry if I threw our night off, I just got a little caught up in my own thoughts I didn't mean to.." He trailed off slowly. I sighed lightly as I placed my arm around him," It's okay. I'm sorry for being difficult, but thank you for patching me up." I whispered softly," thanks".