We had just finished the first show in East Rutherford and had less than ten days until our holiday break. Everyone was excited to go away with their family and have some very deserved time off. It felt like when you were a teen and still at school and you can already see the end of the term approaching.
I felt Chris and I had found a balance, our emotions were more serene. I had been able to keep the burning jealousy over his crush with Rihanna under control and he had been less jumpy and worried and had searched for my company more often, which in turn made me really happy and more secure. These last few days had been nothing short of awesome, I thought as I let out a contented sigh and shifted on my side on the bed, facing Chris. My heart made a little cartwheel remembering the cute little moments we had recently shared, including tonight, when we had just had a long naughty session after a long period of being too exhausted, having virtually little to none alone time and quite a few of my husbands' "not tonight's". Oh, how I had missed this and judging by the urgency of Chris’ passion, I ventured to say he had missed it just as much. It had been perfect, I thought with a smile, contemplating his placid figure. I hoped he had not fallen asleep yet, I had something very important I had wanted to discuss with him and this seemed like the ideal moment.
“Chris”, I softly murmured. He opened his eyes and sleepily gazed at me.
“Yeah?” He was astonishingly beautiful tonight.
“You’re really handsome, love,” I told him, forgetting for a moment what I really wanted to talk about. He smiled and I could not help but smile back.
“Thank you Jay. That was a random comment, but really sweet,” he said leaning over to kiss me. “You’re so nice and let’s not forget fine-looking.”
“Thanks. I wanted to tell you another thing, actually,” I started. “I’ve been thinking, erhm…have you got any plans for the next two weeks?”
“Chilling out? They’re our holidays!” he excitedly said.
“Yeah, but I mean, I know we haven’t booked flights anywhere or anything, but were you planning on something? You know, family visit, seeing a concert?”
He thought for a moment, “No, I think I will just bum around, listen to some music, write some songs, have lots of sex, you know, the usual,” he grinned at me. “Why?”
“I was thinking…I’ve been searching on line for nice resorts and places. I know we kinda forgot to think and plan something for our holidays, but I was thinking it would be nice to spend a week at some beach resort,” I started and I saw a spark ignite in his eyes, he rolled on his stomach, supported himself on his elbows and listened attentively to me. I felt giddy, excited that my idea was apparently being accepted.
“ I thought about the beach, because it’s a cool place to just chill there, it’s quiet, you can relax, have some cocktails, read a book and you can do some surf and swim, and we would have a luxurious room all to ourselves to have lavish sex every day,” I finished with a sly wink.
“You have really thought about it,” he said astonished.
“Yeah, I mean, we’ve been working a lot, it would be nice to have some time to ourselves. We deserve it!”
“OK, but we would need to tell one of the girls to set it up for us or something, I have no idea about booking holidays and stuff, we should get a travel agent since we haven’t got much time.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it,” I assured. I had checked everything, dozens of times.
“Really?”
“Yes, I’ve already have some options I saved on the laptop to show you. Do you want me to get it?”
“Nah, just tell me,” he said resting his head on my chest. “I trust you.”
