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Dylan
We spendmost of Christmas Day in bed, which is a world away from what I imagined I’d be doing if you’d asked me two weeks ago. This is the best non-Christmas Day I’ve had in my life. The house is warm and we lie covered by just a sheet beneath the slow turn of the fan, and the peace is weird after the sensory overload from touring. Each minute I spend here, the further I retreat from the shit surrounding my life. As I lie with Sky sleeping on my chest, I listen to her shallow breathing and focus on every sensation — her soft hair covering me, the feel of her cheek against my skin and her breaths warming my heart. I love this woman and I’m scared I’m not good enough for her. I bury my nose into her hair and hold her fiercely to me.
When I wake up, Sky has extricated herself from me and disappeared I stretch and bury my face into the pillow, loving the taste of her still on my mouth and scent on my skin. She really needs to come back to bed. I pull on my blue board shorts and wander out to find Sky. She’s curled up on a wicker chair with a book and glass of orange juice, dressed in denim cut-offs and a white bikini top that shows the perfect amount of her gorgeous tits.
“Why’d you get out of bed?” I ask, approaching and sitting next to her.
She leans and kisses my bicep. “You were sleeping and I knew if I was still in bed when you woke up that I wouldn’t leave.”
“Hmm. True.” I move in for a kiss and she pulls her head back. “What?”
“I have your Christmas gift.”
“We’re not doing Christmas…” She fixes me with her ‘don’t challenge me’ look.
“Okay….”
Sky puts down her book and disappears; I sit back and watch how gorgeous her ass is in those shorts, planning what I’ll do to her next. She reappears with a small square package. I knew she’d bought something because I saw the gift in her rucksack when I swapped all her clothes over and had to fight the inner child who wanted to open the gaudy Christmas paper there and then.
“I know you like tacky things, so don’t expect this to be anything nice.” She hands the present to me.
I rip off the wrapping paper and find a small white box. Inside is a tiny, red dragon painted with incredible detail. I grin at her. “Welsh dragon for the Welsh boy?”
“Exactly. You can look at him when you’re trying to remember who Dylan Morgan is.”
“This is awesome—the best gift since the skateboard on my tenth birthday.”
Sky shakes her head in amusement. “You must’ve had some awful gifts since.”
Tipping Sky’s chin, I brush her lips with mine. “Thank you.”
“Keep him safe,” she says and kisses me back.
“Can we go back to bed now?” I ask, curling my hand around the dragon.
“No! If we’re only staying here until tomorrow, I want to see the island.”
“Fine, but a tour will take around thirty minutes because it’s not exactly big.”
Sky snorts. “Your own private island? I doubt it matters how big—it’s still unbelievably pretentious.”
“Fuck, you’re funny. No way could I be pretentious anymore with you in my life.”
As promised, the trip around the circumference of the island takes hardly any time at all. I’m wary of striding into the middle of the trees, and we stick to the white sands. Despite her calling this pretentious, there’s a quiet, wide-eyed awe to Sky.
“What else lives here?” she asks.
“A crap load of spiders, and lizards and snakes who eat them,” I say as a yellow and black bird flies over as if ensuring a mention too.
I wade into the water, and turn to Sky, who hesitates on the beach.
"Are you coming in?” She wrinkles her nose at me. "No way can you say the ocean is too cold. Let me show you something."
She sloshes in and takes my hand. I continue into the low water then pause, winding an arm around her waist. As I’m shirtless and Sky only wears a bikini top, the electrical sensation of our naked skin together distracts me but I have to show her this. A bright blue fish swims close to our feet, joined by several others as they dart away from the movement of the water. As the fish swims by, a small shoal of yellow fish follow, reminding me of our restaurant date.
"I'm dreaming," she says. "I should be in my tiny flat, watching crap TV and getting drunk."
