If I Have To

Mr. and Mrs. Langston

Punta Cana, Dominican Republic
March 9th

Xena L.

My eyes fluttered open from the bright sun shining through the blinds. I totally forgot about shutting them when we came in last night. I was too tired to do so. Like how I was currently too tired to get up and close them. I groaned, turning my head the other way and went back to resting. And what's when it hit me. I shot my head up quickly and saw that I was lying on Kasey's warm chest. He was still sleep too, snoring a little but nothing outrageous. He must've had a time last night from learning how to dance a little.

I still couldn't get over us dancing together. This man had no rhythm but he tried his best and I appreciate that. He did good after a while when he got the hang of it. He was enjoying it too. A lot. I didn't want to acknowledge what I was feeling since I didn't want to kill the mood. Plus, it was expected from what we were doing.

Damn, did I want to go dancing again.

I could use the rest of my time staring at this man and I wouldn't mind it honestly. But there was a knock on the door that catch my attention.

"Housekeeping!" I heard a squeaky voice on the other side. I sigh, taking the blanket off me then got up. I hurried to the door and opened it to see a pretty woman in a maid outfit.

"Housekeeping!" She exclaimed with a huge smile.

I shook my head, "Umm, no not now. Come later?" I asked.

"Come?" She attempted to pull her cart inside but I held my hand out to stop her.

I shook my head again. "No. Not now," I made sure to enunciate clearly.

She got it then nodded her head. I thanked her anyways before she walked off and I shut the door, locking it. I turned around, looking at the bed and seeing that Kasey was still sleep. Peacefully. I was about to ruin that since I was bored now. I was also hungry and he always did room service since he was better at talking to the people. I'd spend hours contemplating on what I wanted to eat then hang up the phone because I wasn't ready. Only to not call again because I'd forget.

Either way, Kasey was better.

I made my way back to the bed and got on it, crawling towards him. I found myself lying on top of him making my antics much easier to do. I pressed my thumb against his eyelid then lifted it. Instantly, he moved his head and I stopped.

"Good morning, sir." I happily said.

He groaned, wiping his face with his free hand. His other had found its place back around me. He wasn't slick at all. But I will say, he was smooth with his ways. You'd think his gentlemen-like ways, he'd be surrounded with ladies. That wasn't the case and I liked that. He may have been nice and carried himself with class but he wasn't in everyone's face. I can't say the same for other men out here in the world.

I guess I got lucky, unknowingly. I allowed him to get himself together. The dancing probably messed him up. From the thought alone, it made me chuckle.

"What's funny?" He asked in that deep, raspy, sleepy voice dudes always had.

I'd never got the chance to experience what other women did when they heard it. The tingling sensation and the instant desire to do things with their man. Overall happiness and the urge to have them keep talking just so you could hear it again. Today, I got that feeling.