choice words at me—nothing I hadn’t heard before. My eyes scanned the lively lobby but I didn’t see Harrison anywhere. I couldn’t blame him for ditching me. I’d made a complete fool of myself and probably just confirmed in his mind that Danielle’s gal pal was nothing more than a grade A tramp.
The bus pulled up in the circular drive in front of the lobby and I let out a sigh. I slung my bag over my shoulder and looked up at the sea of guests waiting, taking one last glance around for him. Our eyes met and for a fleeting moment I felt the sting of tears.
Harrison made his way through the crowd with a huge smile on that handsome bearded face of his. He looked just as happy to see me as I was to see him. It seemed neither of us expected the other to show.
“Not too hungover to have an adventure, I see.” He beamed, sidling up next to me at the back of the line.
No, because I wasn’t that drunk when I tried to shred your jeans with my panties. “Nope. Here I am. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed!”
Harrison’s deep chuckle weakened my knees a little as we stepped on the bus to find seats. Watching him maneuver in the half-sized shuttle bus was pretty comical. He couldn’t stand all the way up inside and when we sat down, his arms were forced to brush mine at his side. When he settled in as best he could, he looked over at me and gave an apologetic half grin. I patted the bicep that pressed against me and smiled, once again happier at his side than anywhere else.
***
We swam in the ocean and snorkeled and saw the most unbelievably beautiful fish I could imagine, then ate lunch on the boat that took us to the last stop. The sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks that capped the strip of sand called Lover’s Beach were soothing, but not as soothing as the feeling of that sand between my toes. Harrison and I found a place close to the rocks so we could have a little shade. We’d spent the day in active mode and it was finally time to relax. I spread my towel out on the warm sand and sat to add yet another layer of sunscreen to my skin. Harrison put his towel next to mine and I saw him watching me from the corner of his eye. Earlier on the boat, when I did my second coat of sunscreen after we’d been in the water for close to an hour, I caught him ogling my stomach. He even slyly craned his neck to catch sight of my ass when I slipped my shorts back on. I didn’t say anything. My own eyes had lingered a little too long on his chest when he first took his t-shirt off at the marina. My memories of his naked body remained vivid and tormenting.
Glancing around, I zeroed in on a little cart with a striped umbrella opened over it and I gasped in delight. “You want a beer?” I asked.
Harrison’s mouth turned down for a split second before he nodded. I hopped up and quickly paid for two bottled Mexican beers, complete with lime wedges, then returned to our towels. Harrison took his with a quick thanks and I settled down on my stomach, taking a sip of the crisp liquid before pressing the bottom of the bottle into the sand to keep it upright.
“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” I heard Harrison say from behind me. I peeked back and caught him staring at my ass yet again before he met my eyes.
“Excuse me?”
“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” he asked again, enunciating each word with a faint grin.
“Why don’t you have a girlfriend?” I retorted smartly.
Harrison chuckled and stroked the hair at his chin. “Umm, because I’m a workaholic with commitment issues?”
I laughed. “You don’t have commitment issues, mister ‘ you can stay the night, it’s raining.’ ”
He scoffed and took a long swig of beer, most likely to silence a retort. It was risky on my part, bringing up that night , but the words sort of just spilled out. I had that problem around him. I smirked and waited for him to give me a better answer, not considering the fact that he’d want my answer
The bus pulled up in the circular drive in front of the lobby and I let out a sigh. I slung my bag over my shoulder and looked up at the sea of guests waiting, taking one last glance around for him. Our eyes met and for a fleeting moment I felt the sting of tears.
Harrison made his way through the crowd with a huge smile on that handsome bearded face of his. He looked just as happy to see me as I was to see him. It seemed neither of us expected the other to show.
“Not too hungover to have an adventure, I see.” He beamed, sidling up next to me at the back of the line.
No, because I wasn’t that drunk when I tried to shred your jeans with my panties. “Nope. Here I am. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed!”
Harrison’s deep chuckle weakened my knees a little as we stepped on the bus to find seats. Watching him maneuver in the half-sized shuttle bus was pretty comical. He couldn’t stand all the way up inside and when we sat down, his arms were forced to brush mine at his side. When he settled in as best he could, he looked over at me and gave an apologetic half grin. I patted the bicep that pressed against me and smiled, once again happier at his side than anywhere else.
***
We swam in the ocean and snorkeled and saw the most unbelievably beautiful fish I could imagine, then ate lunch on the boat that took us to the last stop. The sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks that capped the strip of sand called Lover’s Beach were soothing, but not as soothing as the feeling of that sand between my toes. Harrison and I found a place close to the rocks so we could have a little shade. We’d spent the day in active mode and it was finally time to relax. I spread my towel out on the warm sand and sat to add yet another layer of sunscreen to my skin. Harrison put his towel next to mine and I saw him watching me from the corner of his eye. Earlier on the boat, when I did my second coat of sunscreen after we’d been in the water for close to an hour, I caught him ogling my stomach. He even slyly craned his neck to catch sight of my ass when I slipped my shorts back on. I didn’t say anything. My own eyes had lingered a little too long on his chest when he first took his t-shirt off at the marina. My memories of his naked body remained vivid and tormenting.
Glancing around, I zeroed in on a little cart with a striped umbrella opened over it and I gasped in delight. “You want a beer?” I asked.
Harrison’s mouth turned down for a split second before he nodded. I hopped up and quickly paid for two bottled Mexican beers, complete with lime wedges, then returned to our towels. Harrison took his with a quick thanks and I settled down on my stomach, taking a sip of the crisp liquid before pressing the bottom of the bottle into the sand to keep it upright.
“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” I heard Harrison say from behind me. I peeked back and caught him staring at my ass yet again before he met my eyes.
“Excuse me?”
“Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” he asked again, enunciating each word with a faint grin.
“Why don’t you have a girlfriend?” I retorted smartly.
Harrison chuckled and stroked the hair at his chin. “Umm, because I’m a workaholic with commitment issues?”
I laughed. “You don’t have commitment issues, mister ‘ you can stay the night, it’s raining.’ ”
He scoffed and took a long swig of beer, most likely to silence a retort. It was risky on my part, bringing up that night , but the words sort of just spilled out. I had that problem around him. I smirked and waited for him to give me a better answer, not considering the fact that he’d want my answer
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