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“I’m on vacation!”
“Right. Okay, well…I’m going to head up to my room. Want to meet at the bar in like an hour?” I look at my watch, and based on Charlotte’s texts, including one picture in particular of her in a black dress that made my dick hard, it seems that she is heading to the hotel restaurant for dinner shortly.
I want to be there when she arrives.
A Few hours prior
IT’S THE SECOND DAY OFour trip to Destin—two days of sand and clear waters that you can only get from the best beaches in Florida.I’m lying on the beach, a margarita in my hand, soaking up the glorious rays, and I’m pretty sure I’m at least a shade darker already much to my excitement. I lift my sunhat slightly and look at Lauren who’s deep in some trashy magazine she got at the airport.
“Hey I’m going to get another drink, I don’t see our guy,” I say, looking around the beach for the young waiter that had been making sure our drinks never dropped below half full. “Want one?”
“Ya, I’ll take the same,” she says, pointing at the glass that had been filled with a fruity, red wine sangria. I nod before heading towards the beach bar. I grab my phone as the Wi-Fi is spotty on the beach and as I get closer to the hotel—and the bar—I notice the connection strengthening with each step. I haven’t heard from Will in a few hours, and while I know he wants to give me space, it’s honestly the last thing I want. I wasn’t expecting to miss him this much, and I wonder if that’s healthy.
Maybe you should ask your therapist.
I roll my eyes at my snarky subconscious as I grab my drinks and head back towards our chairs. I hand Lauren hers and sit back down next to her, stretching my feet out and wiggling my toes.
“Want to try that restaurant on the other side of the hotel tonight?” I ask her.
Her eyes light up, probably thrilled that I’m not suggesting another night of staying in.
I know Lauren is itching to paint the town like we used to do. Yesterday, we were both tired and stayed in our room, getting drunk off champagne and watching a marathon of chick flicks. I knew my best friend, and she subscribed to the notion that a vacation gave you complete carte blanche to take a walk on the wild side.
Well, Lauren actually lived on the wild side.
“I’m game. Do you want to go out later? Three guys have slid into my DMs ever since I posted that Instagram of us on the beach. Apparently, there’s only like three bars in this family friendly town. But one is having a party!” She holds up her phone and I squint as I try to see the picture despite the glare of the sun. I vaguely make out a group of people taking shots with bracelet glow sticks around their wrists.
“Sounds good.” I smile, knowing that if there is a party within a three-mile radius, Lauren would find it, even in a town where there are more antique shops than trendy bars.
The Palmrestaurant is nestled into the side of the hotel facing the beach with open air seating, allowing you to feel the ocean breeze while you dine. Lauren and I are seated in the patio area, the winds cooling my heated skin every time a wave crashes onto the shore. My eyes pan the restaurant, eyeing all of the other patrons, and I can’t help but smile at everyone’s good spirits despite the ache I feel from being away from Will. We’d talked this morning, which eventually turned into phone sex while Lo had scoured the breakfast buffet for all of the carbs to try and combat our champagne hangovers.
But it only filled the void for half a second. I know this isn’t healthy, and if I’m still feeling this clingy in two years I’ll deal with it, but I’ve only officially been with him two days and then I had to leave him. I’m allowed to feel clingy, right? Honeymoon phase?
The waiter, who’s been making eyes at Lauren all night much to her appreciation, approaches our table and sits down two very different drinks. A glass of Malbec that Lauren had been downing like it was water all night and a Manhattan for me. I look up at him. “I’m sorry I didn’t order this?”
“From the gentleman at our bar.” He gives me that knowing smile, as if he’d seen this scenario play out a hundred times.Don’t fight it lady, you’re on vacation.I can almost hear his thoughts.
A giggle leaves a drunken Lauren. “Ooh, a guy sent you a drink? He’s totally trying to slide in there.”
I shake my head and pick up the glass, holding it out for him to take. “Oh, that’s sweet but can you tell him thank you and send it back?”
“No can do, ma’am. He said to tell you that Perfect Manhattans are ridiculous. Nothing in life is perfect…except for you. And if you’re going to continue to drink these, which I know you will, you at least need to drink them correctly.” He points to the drink in front of me. “That’s anImperfectManhattan. The difference is in the vermouth.”
My mouth drops open as I read between the lines, and I know it means Will is here poking fun at me and Matt’s “Wells Manhattan.”Oh my God, Will is here!I go through a range of emotions all while the waiter stands in front of me. Shocked, disbelief and finally excitement. I smile before taking a healthy sip. “It’s great.” I look around and don’t see the bar in my direct line of sight. “Where’s the bar?”
“You’re actually going over there? For what? Hot Doc will have a fit.” She takes a long sip of her wine and gives me a confused look as to why I am potentially entertaining some other guy.
Little does she know.
“Around that corner and to your left,” the waiter answers my question, pointing a finger to the other side of the restaurant, and I nod. Excitement courses through my veins over seeing the love of my life.
“Lauren, I’ll be right back.”
Then I’m out of my chair, not giving her a chance to ask a thousand questions and draw her conclusion that Will Montgomery is crashing our vacation. I turn the corner and his eyes find mine immediately. Despite my four-inch heels, I’m running towards the bar and he meets me halfway pulling me into his arms. “Missed me that much, huh?” I say. “What happened to needing some time alone?”
“I gave you two days! What do you want from me?”
“Oh, so many things,” I say devilishly as my hand dances down his chest and brushes his cock. Just the mere graze against his semi erection causes my insides to sizzle and his lips find my neck. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
