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“Where are you going?” I asked.
“To the spa. I’m getting in one more treatment and you need to get yourself ready for your evening with Cam. Good luck. I want to hear all about it in the morning.”
She gave me a quick kiss on the head and then walked towards the spa. I sat on my lounger for a few more minutes and then got up to get ready. I was looking forward to the evening. I always enjoyed any time I got to spend with Cameron. Unfortunately, the only time we had alone we both wanted to spend in bed.
Tonight was different. I wanted to have our last night not just be about sex but us. It was great that Cameron had been able to convince our parents to leave us alone for the night. I still wasn’t sure what he had told them but I would gladly take it.
The sun was setting as I walked over to the villa that I would be staying with Cameron. It was huge over three-thousand square feet with a large kitchen and dining room and the floor to ceiling windows that could be stacked next to each other giving a cool breeze through the room and unobstructed view of the beach.
I was sure there was an extensive bedroom, maybe even a few but all I could think and look at was the man standing next to the table out on the beach waiting for me. He was wearing the same outfit he had worn the first night we had dinner on the beach. He could be a bit of a clothes whore so I knew he had brought plenty. That would have been enough to show me how romantic he was trying to be but he was also holding a single rose like he had that night. He was trying to recreate our first romantic dinner and my heart stumbled as I walked towards him.
“You look incredible,” he said as I approached.
“I might have seen you in this outfit before but somehow you look even sexier in it tonight,” I said.
“You know how to make a guy feel special,” he said and handed me the rose.
“This from the man who did all of this?” I moved my hands in front of me and looked at the table that was set up, exactly like the one from before, down to the champagne sitting in the chilled bucket.
“I thought it would be fun to remember where we started so to speak as we talk about what we want going forward,” he said.
“Okay,” I said and took a deep breath.
“First, let us sit and have some champagne,” he said.
“That sounds wonderful,” I put my hand in his as we walked over to the table and he pulled out my chair so I could sit down.
He went over and poured me a glass and then did the same to himself before he joined me at the table. I looked around and realized there was no staff like we had the time before.
“Just us?” I asked.
“Yes. Call me selfish but I didn’t want to share you with anyone on our last night here. Not even staff. If it is okay with you, I will be serving us tonight.”
“I’m quite all right with that.” I lifted my glass and took a sip.
The evening passed as all of them did when I was with Cameron, easily and quickly. He was the perfect host making sure all the food came out at the right time and with the right wine. We talked and laughed and had a wonderful time. As we did, I started to imagine if this could be what we had when we got back home. Could I dare allow myself to think that?
It didn’t surprise me that Cameron was thinking the same thing when he took my hand in his after we had finished an excellent tiramisu and said, “Wasn’t this wonderful? Think you could have this all the time when we get back home.”
“You’re going to serve me meals on a tropical beach? Yes, please,” I said.
“Well, if that’s all it would take, I will happily get some sand and heaters installed in my backyard and even a wave pool.”
“You wouldn’t do that?”
“I would do anything for you. If that’s what you want, I will give it to you. But I think there’s something you want even more than this.”
“Really? That seems like a great thing to have,” I teased.
“You can have that too, if you wish. I’m talking about your mother’s approval of us,” Cameron said.
“Can we not talk about that?” I asked.
The night had been fun, flirty, and easy. With his comment it brought back everything that I had been trying to push aside. I didn’t want to think about my mother and what she would or wouldn’t do because I knew she didn’t approve.
“No. We need to. I think you’re going to want to hear what I have to say and then you can decide.” He squeezed my hand and held it there as he continued.
“Okay,” I said and took a deep breath. I had wanted the night to end on a good note, if he wanted to change it, I would let him.
