blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 51

"It says here that in Jupiter they have shark cage diving for up to six guest per dive."

"There is no way we are going shark cage diving. You're not even fully healed!"

"I never said we had to go right this instant. I figured we'd at least just check it out for once I'm fully healed."

"I don't know."

"We've been stuck in this room for four days now. I don't know if I can take this any longer,"

"I'm going crazy."

"No quick movements, nothing that involves strain, no heavy lifting, no sex! I'm wasting away, Park."

"The doctor said th-,"

"You can take what the doctor said and shove it up your ass."

"Wow."

"Wow."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously?"

"Okay. I'm over this conversation," he retorts, throwing up his hands in frustration.

"Yea, me too," I say unapologetically.

"All that I'm trying to do is help, Harry."

"And I appreciate that, dude," I begin standing up to look him dead in the eyes.

"But when I say that I'm perfectly okay to do something you need to trust me. No, you just honestly need to fuck off and go do something with yourself," I force, rubbing my temples.

The suddenness of my actions cause his eyes to grow wide in worry. He looks at me, probably looking for signs of pain, before firing back.

"Whatever, Harry. I'm in no mood to fight with you right now," he announces before going into the bathroom, slamming the door.

For four days we've been stuck in this hotel. For six days we've been on edge with one another. And for the past two days I've been on intense bed rest to accelerate the healing process. Joan's orders.

I feel completely fine. I've been feeling okay ever since we've landed in Orlando - with the exception of the minor, lower back pain that's subsided.

But Parker just won't budge. I've come to realize that this is one thing that is going to always piss me off about the guy: he's stubbornly cautious.

I rub a hand over my face and climb off of the right side of the bed - despite 'doctors' orders.

On my way to the window balcony, I pick the pockets of my coat thrown on the armchair not far away, and pull out my case of cigs.

The familiar smoke immediately calms my nerves.

Orlando is pleasantly warm today. Not too hot and not too humid. A rarity.

I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the people bustling about on the streets below. It sucks that we've been here for a little over a week now, and have been nowhere outside of a quarter mile distance from the hotel.

I planned this trip to get to know and spend time with Parker, but all that I want right now is to get away from him.

He's incredibly irritating when he's like this.
I'm not used to having a constant figure telling me what to do. It's been a while since I've been accustomed to that.

I blow out a breath of air and look down to see two young kids jumping around. There mother seems distracted by something as the two little boys play sword fight.

The feel of two thin arms wrapping around my torso from behind forces my attention away from the merry family.

"I don't like yelling at you."

"I know,"

"I'm sorry for being. . . a little overbearing."

"Mmhmm."

"I'll try to let up," he begins.

"Let's say we go out tonight. Do something fun!"

"Like what?"

"I don't know," he stops in thought.

I throw away the cigarette in the nearby ash tray and lean up against the railing to get a better view of his ocean eyes.

"How about we worry about that when the time comes. Let's just go somewhere! Explore the city?"

Reaching down I place a light kiss on his lips. I see his nose wrinkle then smooth - probably because of the cigarette. He opens his mouth to surely comment on it, but then shuts it automatically.

I promised him I'd stop. And I still plan to. Just in my own time.

Cupping his ass with my hands I pull him into me to deepen the kiss. Our arguments really never last that long, though they are plentiful. It's just our personalities. We often times will always disagree on a subject before one of us has to give in. And it's not that we give in just to stop fighting. Parker and I are both can be very aware of each other's differences. It's been brought up one too many times in our relationship.

We're a work in progress, but we are open minded and considerate of the others ideals. This is probably the healthiest relationship I've ever been in.

"The only relationship you've ever been in."

"I miss your body," I say inside the kiss and he moans lightly in reply.

I place one last, small kiss on his forehead before letting him go.

"We should get some rest if we are going to be out all night," I say and he agrees without a word.