Married to the Bad Boy

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"No." I said after a moment of silence. I had forgotten what he had asked, lost in those grey eyes, "Definitely not." I stated shaking my head. 

"Are you sure?" He asked, pulling back and then frowning, "Oh come on. One kiss."

"No, you have definitely lost your mind." I said trying to pull my hand free form his. He held on tight, and then he leaned in again and his cologne made me dizzy, or perhaps it was the waves crashing into the side of the chip.

I was feeling queasy. It was definitely the waves. 

"Come on Mrs. Cesaro," he whispered, in a tone so gentle it might have gotten lost with the wind, "One kiss."

"Stop begging." I frowned, continuing to wriggle against him, "I'm not kissing you."

"It's not begging, I'm asking my wife if I can kiss her." He said. The way he said wife made my stomach clench and I wasn't sure if it was in a good way or a bad way, "Besides we've kissed heaps of times already."

We did, every time we had to force pictures or pretend we were a perfect couple in public we often did the occasional peck here and there, but that was business. Now? Well who were we pretending for? So no.

"Pretty bad kisses but never the less kisses." He continued. 

"If I'm such a bad kisser then why are you asking me now." I said, no I wasn't hurt. I was just annoyed.

Sterling leaned closer, and I was pretty sure if I moved his lips would touch mine, so I froze.

"Because I want to know what it would feel like to kiss you when we both want to, what those rosy plump lips would feel against mine when you let me devour you."

This time my stomach flipped.

Just like that he pulled away, tuning around, his hand still interlocked with mine, as he spun me away from the railing, "Help your husband to the room." He tugged my body flush against his and let most of his weight be supported by mine.

I muttered curse words under my breathe, "You seem to be able to walk fine." I said trying to get rid of his hold.

"No I'm frail, weak, begging you to take me to the room." he joked rolling his grey eyes and I sighed. This man was going to be the death of me. I helped him to the room and then let him drop onto this double bed.

God he was heavier than I thought. I stretched my neck, trying to move the muscles that were now frozen and in pain.

"Sorry, do you want a massage?"

"No." I told Sterling as I sat on my bed, looking at him laying half passed out, staring at the roof. What was he looking at? I also looked at the roof, was he staring at those lights? He as going to go blind if he didn't close his eyes soon.

After a few moments, he suddenly sat up.

"Are you going to spew?" I asked. Sterling turned to look at me, raising an eyebrow.

"I never spew."

"Ok...just asking." There was nothing wrong with spewing. He leaned over, grabbing my water glass and taking a long sip, draining the water in two gulps.

"I need a shower." he muttered, "A cold one because my wife refuses to kiss me."

"Whatever." I said ignoring him as I reached for my book, it was too late to work and I wanted to sleep. Instead I sat up leaning against my headboard reading the book, and watching the clock. I'll go knock on his door in twenty in case he drowns in the water. 

* * * 

The boat had finally docked for it's first stop on this cruise, and I wasn't sure if I was going to regret my exploring decision later. We were told that we had eight hours here, and I thought that was far too long. I tightened a cap to block out the bright sun.