"Options... I've ran out of Options..." (Book 3)

Chapter 38 - "Sand Between My Toes..."

Chapter 38 - "Sand Between My Toes..."

Clara's PoV

'You didn't have to argue with him though? I'm sure he would have sorted it out' I mumbled, rolling my eyes as we headed to the first class lounge.

Somehow the concierge had printed the wrong tickets connected to John's world traveller card, and John wasn't best pleased as you can imagine.

And as you also can imagine - John's strategy of dealing with conflict is to just argue with them until he gets his his own way. It's no wonder that Evie's strategy to deal with things.

There's been so many times that we've been called into the school for Evie's demanding behaviour.

In this instance however he did get his own way and gave the stupid concierge man a smug grin as he had no choice but to let us through and into the lounge.

'He got rude. I travel for a living. I'm not sitting back in coach with peasants'

'That is literally the most snobbish thing I have ever heard you say. Until I got back together with you I was one of those peasants I'll have you know'

'Yes but not now your my wife again' he grinned kissing me lightly before we boarded the plane.

After that it was a pleasant journey. We sat in first class which as like a child hood dream come true for me.

With the fancy and comfortable seats that reclined back without getting in any one else's way - and that we're perfect to sleep.

So when we landed - I felt perfectly refreshed to start the day again since we were now a few hours behind our London time zone.

It was nice to get off the plane refreshed though, and the first thing we did was hit a small restaurant that was perfect and full of Italian dishes - and we weren't even in Italy.

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'How's the pizza?'

'Ugh. It's amazing. But I'm so full already and I've only had two slices' I complained.

'Yeah. Agreed. Maybe we shouldn't have had so much garlic bread?'

'Or maybe you shouldn't have stuffed as much complementary fudge on the plane as you did' I laughed, giggling at his little burp, and couldn't help but have a childish laugh as he removed his belt very slightly from his jeans. 'Subtle' I joked.

'Coming from the woman who is now carrying a food baby of pizza' he scoffed, as the atmosphere between us went from joking to suddenly a mood of ice cold tension.

Neither of us had even mentioned the B word since the argument the other night. John wouldn't dare.

It was just sort of a mutual agreement between us that we didn't mention it now. I don't want any more kids consciously now and I don't think John does either. We're both 35 and have four kids that are perfect. Why would we need anymore?

Suddenly we had gone from being giggly teenagers going through a phase of unrequited love and now we were sort of sitting in silence at the table.

'Did you want a desert?' He asked in wonder just making conversation now. Just to break the tension but I'm glad he did it because I wasn't at all sure how.

'Umm. No. I'm kind of full. Unless you did?' I mumbled.

'No. Pizza was enough for me. Did you want to get out of here?' He suggested, looking at the waiter and  practically demanding our bill with his eyes.

Before I knew it we were on the sidewalk of the beach wandering back to our small little villa.

'Do you think the tide ever comes in here?' I asked looking over at the beautiful ocean that was making small ripples in the sand.

'Yeah. It just doesn't come in as far. The tide comes in at night still I guess and goes out during the day. It would be weird if it was the other way round I suppose I because then there would be no use of the beach in the day?' He mumbled on.

It wasn't particularly interesting conversation but it flowed easily which was the main point because we hadn't had real conversation for about half an hour. We had walked over half of the way in silence.

'Do you know what?' I said suddenly out of the blue dropping my hand from his and bent down.

'What are you doing?' He asked confused.

'Letting go. Something Lilly said about always being so uptight and how a holiday is really what is needed sometimes to make a relationship work. And sometimes stepping out of your comfort zone is what's needed for that to happen' I grinned looking up and kicking my shoes off, then jumping over the wall.

'Huh?' He asked really confused.

'Are you coming or not? Come on I want to feel the sand between my toes and the sea running up my feet. Come on?' I said holding a hand out to him where he looked utterly confused but climbed over the wall, throwing his trainers and socks off, dumping them in an area we would remember and came towards me.

'Nope' I grinned.

'What now'

'You want me... You'll have to come and get me' I grinned into the dark playfully and took off towards the sea, running through the sand.

I could feel my dress riding up my legs and that my ass was so very clearly showing but I didn't care because it felt good. It kind of felt nice to let my hair down a bit and run through the sand, before I was rugby tackled from behind and flattened to the sand allowing sand grains to get in to places that sand just does not in my opinion belong.

'You want a game... You've got yourself a game' he growled, rolling over the top of me and kissing me hungrily.

- - -

We didn't have sex on the beach much to your disappointment in sure - but we did spend much of the evening fondling on the beach like lovesick teenagers.

'You know - I've never actually done something that crazy. Sounds stupid but true. I've never ran through the sand' I smirked, as we had both sat up and I had my head in his chest whilst his arms were firmly wrapped around me.

'You know I haven't been to the beach properly in years. The last time would have been with you before you took off when Poppy was a baby' he admitted and there it was again. The one word that could make a whole conversation between us go sour.

'We have to talk about it you know.." He said trailing off as I shushed him.

'Not tonight. Please let's not ruin this' I whispered.