Snow

Chapter Twenty Eight

"Holy crap this place is fucking awesome." I span in a slow circle as I took in the villa we'd be staying in for the next two weeks. "Andy, this place is sick." I said with a grin, turning to face my husband.

He raised an eyebrow. "Sick?" He asked, looking amused by my choice of language. "What exactly does that mean?" When I just laughed and continued to look around, he rolled his eyes. "I assume it's the same thing as rad?"

"'Rad' is such a stupid word. Who actually says that? It's just you Americans, I swear." We both laughed, knowing that he said it all the time. "But yeah, 'sick' is basically the chavvy English equivalent of 'rad'." I explained, quickly realizing that he wouldn't be completely sure of what a chav was. "And a chav is the stereotype of people who..." I bit my lip as I struggled to explain it. "Wait a second." He laughed when I fished out my phone and googled the definition. "A chav is a 'young lower-class person typified by brash and loutish behaviour and the wearing of (real or imitation) designer clothes'."

"Well that clears it up." He said, clearly amused as I tucked my phone back into my pocket. "Now come on, I'm carrying you in." I laughed as he scooped me into his arms and pulled a key out of his pocket. Leaning further into him, I let him carry me up the driveway and through the front door.

As I looked around at the hall, I sucked in a breath. "Holy fuck - just the hall is nicer than our entire house." Andy laughed and kissed my temple before kicking off his shoes. Doing the same with my own, I kept my eyes wide open as he carried me into the lounge. "Can we move here?" He just looked around, his eyes just as wide as mine as he carried me around the villa.

The villa was huge, that much was obvious just from the outside. What I hadn't expected, however, was for it to have a massive pool at the back and four bedrooms - all ensuites. We spent over an hour just looking around, before Andy decided we were going swimming. "You can get changed, or you can just strip. Either way is fine with me." I told him with a grin before pulling a swimsuit out of my suitcase.

The bikini was pretty simple - black and as modest as a bikini can be, with strings tied at the back of my neck and around my back to keep the top secure. There was a small black hoop that sat between my boobs and held the two bits of fabric together, and the bottoms had the same hoop on my hips.

Pulling my hair into a bun, I put on a pair of sunglasses and grabbed a towel from the rack in the bathroom. Andy was already in the pool when I got there, and he'd decided to wear trunks rather than going completely commando. I smiled as I lowered myself onto the edge of the pool, slipping my feet into the water before the rest of my body followed them in. Putting my sunglasses and towel on the side of the pool, I pulled my hair out of its bun and swam over to my husband. "It's a shame you decided to get dressed." I told him, pouting slightly as I came to a stop.

He laughed and pulled me closer, pressing a kiss onto the tip of my nose. "Let's swim."

*

We spent the whole morning in the pool, swimming and kissing and just playing about. It was nice to be somewhere new, and to be able to spend time together without constant interruptions. With that thought, my phone began to ring. Groaning, I climbed out of the pool and wrapped a towel around myself.

I'd put my phone next to my towel after we'd gone inside for a break from the water. "Hey Sammi, what's up?" I asked, smiling at Andy as he danced in the pool to the music I had playing from the dock.

"She was telling the truth." With those words, I got to my feet and paused the song I had playing. "Do you mind if Dakota and I go to your house for a couple of days? I can't be near him right now."