A Little Getaway: A Sherri Polo Adventure

Ch. 8 Don't Think

Short and Sweet --

Sherri's POV:

I have no idea what I'm doing.  I stopped thinking as soon as I couldn't bring myself to leave.  Now I'm just feeling. 

Her mouth feels so good.  Her tongue is touching and reaching and caressing places that are causing tingles in other parts of my body.  She pushes me back against the door and I let her thigh press between my legs as mine does the same to her.  Her taste is intoxicating.  I can't get enough as I grasp her hair in my hand and pull her closer to me by her waist.  We kiss for what feels like hours but in reality only a few minutes pass.  Gradually our kissing slows down and we just hold each other, still crying, kissing tears, and desperately fighting to get a hold of our emotions.  I bury my face in her neck and shudder.

"I can't lose you," I finally manage to say.

"I know love," she coos.

"So how do we move on from this?  How do we go forward?  What do we do?"

She reaches up and wipes my tears and I do the same to her as we just look at each other, neither being able to find an answer.

"Well we still have a few days left here.  Why don't we just see what happens, and if need be... what happens here, stays here.  I mean I honestly can't think of a better solution.  One of us could leave but I don't see that happening.  There's too much that can't be ignored.  So I think that's probably the best answer.  What do you think?" I ask her as I caress the side of her face.

"I think that sounds perfect," she states as she presses her lips firmly into mine once again.

Teri's POV:

We finally manage to untangle from one another without it going too far, and I go to look for take out menus as she calls Kamar to tell him that she won't be home today and that she will be staying for the remainder of our vacation.  He understands as she explains that I paid a great amount of money for the villa, and that I was feeling better so we were going to stick it out.

"Did you know that this place has a nightclub?" I ask as I find a flyer for it while looking for take out.

"Ooooh I can't remember the last time I went to a nightclub!  Nope, New York 2003.  Underground Loop.  It was pretty bad ass.  But also a bad time because I puked on the back of Mara's shoes as we left.  She still hasn't quite forgiven me for that..."

"Reggae night tonight?  Wanna go?"

"Reggae night?  Really?  You bet your ass I want to go!"

"Okay, let's do it!  And now that that's settled what do you want to eat?"

We each pick from the room service breakfast menu:  Sherri chooses the eggs, toast, and bacon while I choose the pancake platter.  I was in denial earlier but after all the crying and kissing and holding was done the familiar poundings and nausea of a hangover came creeping through.  This bitch needed some grease and a nice shower to wash it away.

We eat breakfast in almost silence.  We share our plates and laugh at things that are unspoken and that only we understand.  When we are done we both begin cleaning up and I suggest that we take a nap because I slept like shit last night.  She agrees that we should because she did too.

  We go into the bedroom and the tension is thick.  I lay down on my back and encourage her to come over and lay by my side.  She does, putting her head on my chest, and I kiss the top of her head.  We lay like that for a while, and then eventually we both drift off into a peaceful sleep.