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The ocean's gentle song wafted through the white linen curtains swaying at the fragrant salty breeze's command, filling the room with a steady current of fresh sandy air, all while my limp body lied motionless underneath the duvet's smothering cocoon of warmth; there was never a deeper, more content sleep, or so I thought... Perhaps it was the one too many shots, or maybe the promise of a day spent with a certain someone...
The sing-song melody of knuckles against the hotel room door played faintly in the back of my mind muddled by hazy thoughts varying in genre as my heavy eyes refused to respond to the incessant sound. Alas, the tapping continued as an agitated growl clawed up my raspy throat and exited my lips reframing from spewing profanity at such an early time of day; but still, my body remained in bed. However, a sudden thump atop the wooden porch alerted my ears as I sprang from bed as if I were struck by pure electricity while warm, trickling blood, feeling of needles, rushed to my cheeks.
"Jesus Christ." I sharply exhaled, half asleep-half alert, as my blurred vision brought into focus a familiar beaming face choking back a humored laugh at both my appearance and highly dramatic reaction. "Uhm, breaking and entry? Not very classy, Evans." I reprimanded with my tongue clicking against the roof of my mouth while my head shook in disapproval.
"You left your sliding doors wide open all night on an unfamiliar island, not very safe, Fitz." He combatted with a sly grin while his available hand gestured towards the curtains still swaying in the island breeze.
"Oh please, I could shank any bitch and we both know this." I nonchalantly scoffed with twisted brows and playfully rolled eyes while swatting away his joking, yet with a detectable tone of concern, comment. "Coffee? For me?" I noticed when my nose became intoxicated by the poignant scent filling the room while meekly raising my index finger towards pristinely packaged parcels in Chris's hand.
"Anything for you, Stell." He smirked at my innocent question and softened expression with my eyes sparkling in the morning sun spilling in through the sliding glass doors. "Oh, and I didn't want you to murder me given it's before noon..." He jested while concurrently checking the watch on his wrist.
"I still just might because of your attitude, sir!"
Today was the day.
In his gut he felt it.... The butterflies.
"Just a little further!" Chris yelled once again over his shoulder with encouragement fresh on his tongue with a breathy laugh spilling from his lips as he caught me still struggling to keep up with his fairly easy pace.
"You said that half an hour ago, asshole!" I croaked from my raw throat as my hands exasperatedly gripped my wobbling knees threatening to snap clean in two, continuing to wipe the stinging beads of sweat from my cheeks painted a flushed hue.
