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“Fuck,” he growls, his arms reaching out for me to come to him, his body limp. Breathless, he pants as his orgasm subsides. “That was amazing. Fucking amazing.”
I smile, wiping my lips with a slurping sound, and he laughs. I move my way back up to lay on him, resting on his chest, and kiss his neck while his fingers make gentle circles on my back.
“Holy crap,” he says. “That’s got to be one of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever had. You took me to the stars there, babe.”
“I’ll take that compliment,” I say, rubbing my nose against his. I’m just about to kiss him again, curious as to whether I can stir up another erection and have him come again inside me, when that familiar sound of a cellphone ringing breaks the relative silence of our beachside boudoir.
“Ignore it,” Lennon says.
“What if it’s important, honey? I mean, it’s got to be at this time of the evening,” I reply.
Groaning, I roll off him, our moment of passion, gone. Talk about timing. At least, it wasn’t while I was otherwise engaged. Mom’s always told me not to speak with my mouth full. I glance at it and roll my eyes to heaven. It’s the hotel. I can’t ignore it, as much as I want to.
“Hello, Miss Stanfield?” an unfamiliar voice asks. “It’s the hotel manager here.”
“Yes, that’s me,” I say, my heart racing. Why are they calling me so late, I wonder? What’s wrong? I’m running through about ten different scenarios in my head, each one worse than the last. “One second, please.”
“Who is it?” Lennon whispers.
“It’s the hotel,” I whisper back. “Now, shh.” Lennon sits up and chuckles, then tries to distract me by pointing to the corner of his mouth, then mine, suggesting I still have some of his come on my lips. I frantically wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, but, of course, he was joking, and he rolls around on the sand, laughing that I fell for it. Ha, fucking, ha, I think to myself as I give him a stern scowl. He stands and dusts the sand off his ass and retrieves his clothes while I carry on with the call.
“I’m sorry for calling you so late, but I’m aware that your wedding is in two days. I don’t even know how to say this but there’s been a fire in the restaurant, and the kitchen has been damaged.”
“A fire?” I repeat, my voice flat. I can’t believe this is happening. This a prank call, right? “Is that you, Rick?” I ask, then the soft wail of sirens I hear in the distance removes any doubt that this might have been a joke.
“Rick? No, madam. My name is Maurice. Anyway. I’m so sorry, but there won’t be any events in the restaurant for at least the next week. Even our pre-Christmas functions have been cancelled,” he adds, as if that matters one jot to me. “Whether you want to make alternative arrangements, or delay the wedding, we will work with you—”
“Delay my wedding?” I shout, my eyes stinging with tears, and my outburst got Lennon’s immediate attention. “Are you crazy? After flying everyone halfway across the world to celebrate with us, your solution is to put off the wedding? Will you pay for everything? Hmm?” I demand. “The cost of flying everyone back again? Are you going to cover their expenses, or is your solution that we simply pour more money we can’t afford into this?” I’m ranting, and when Lennon wrestles the phone from me, I’m grateful for his intervention.
I lay back in the sand, covering my face with my hands while he finishes the call. He’s being much more polite and calm than I was. How can he be so damn understanding? I know it wasn’t their fault, but how can he not feel like this whole thing is just one giant mess?
Lennon ends the call and places the phone on the sand next to me, not saying a word. All I can do is laugh, but it’s hysterical laughter.
“Why didn’t we just elope,” I say, looking down at the sand. “Things would’ve been a hell of a lot easier. Now we have to tell everyone the wedding is off.” My voice breaks. Nothing is going right, and I’m about to lose it.
Lennon nods, and I can see his eyebrows creasing in the moonlight, as if he’s thinking intently about something. “We can still do this.”
