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“You could be.” Damian said slowly walking towards me with a hungry look in his eyes. “I’d be more than happy to share this room with you. Give you the full honeymoon experience.”
I stilled, trying to determine if he was serious, or if this was all some big joke like the one Jack had just played on me.
“Let’s go.” I was reeling, and not sure if I was thrilled to go get a massage with this man, or if it was the worst idea I’d had in the last twenty-four hours.
I made a beeline for the door, and Damian followed me into the hallway, closing the door behind him.
On the elevator, we leaned on opposite sides, just looking at each other silently. It felt like the longest ride to the lobby I’d ever take. He leaned on the railing with his arms crossed, further accentuating his toned muscular arms, which I did not miss. Seeing him in a casual outfit, just gazing at me like that, I decided, felt infinitely more intimate and sexy than he had been in his suit. Something about seeing him a little undone, when I doubted he ever looked this undone turned me on.
I couldn't help but wonder if he felt as turned on as I did. Though he seemed like he would be way out of my league, I knew there was a palpable sexual tension in the air. I knew I couldn't be making it up. There was just no way.
Though I did doubt myself, because after discovering Jack had been cheating, I felt like I didn't know up from down. He had slipped that right under my nose without detection. I didn't know what was true, and what was reality. Maybe I was just making this all up in my head.
I stared at Damian, feeling a mixture of emotions running through me.
Willing to break the tension, I struggled to find something to talk about. “So I was thinking if you still wanted to keep me company for the next few days, we could sign up for a snorkeling tour this afternoon, after our massage.” I offered with bated breath, just waiting for him to reject me. Why he had offered to spend time with me, of all people, I had no idea.
“A snorkeling tour, huh?”
“Yeah, there is a tour boat headed out this afternoon.”
“Sure.” He smirked.
“Yeah?”
“Sure, let’s gosnorkelingthis afternoon. I love snorkeling.” He said as his eyes swept over me, and I suddenly understood the innuendo.
“Great, I’ll talk to someone at the hotel about joining the group this afternoon.” I could feel my cheeks flushing once again in his presence.
As we stepped off the elevator and into the lobby, Damian reached out and laced his fingers through mine. While we had momentarily held hands sprinting across the beach last night, this startled me. Last night, it had been out of purpose. This morning he was just doing it because it seemed he wanted to.
“What are you doing?” I asked, startled, as I started to pull my hand away.
The corners of his lips twitched as he looked at me and tightened his grip. “I’m holding mywife'shand. What does it look like?”
I took a deep breath. Something about him calling me his wife made me turn to jelly.
“You don’t have to hold–”
He cut me off. “If you were my wife, I would be holding your hand right now.” He said evenly. “Besides, if we’re going to a couple’s massage, don’t you think it’d be best if we looked like a couple?” His lips continued to twitch as he suppressed a smile.
“Uh, yeah.” I managed to squeak out.
I followed his broad steps down the breezeway to the spa, the warmth from his big warm hand spreading through my body. I looked up at him as we walked, feeling like I wanted those big hands everywhere, all over my body. He made me feel like I mattered to him, and even if he was just being nice, I needed it. I needed a brief break from the sorrow that was burning its way through my body. I wanted to feel something else burn through my body, the way his touch tempted me that it would.
As we walked towards the spa, I closed my eyes for a brief moment, and let the warm smell of his body wash over me, mixed with the smell of warm salty ocean air and nearby flowers. I let myself imagine just for this one moment that I was happily on my honeymoon, and that Damian was my doting, committed husband, and for a brief moment, I believed it. I tried to capture the millisecond of distracted bliss and commit it to memory.
We approached the big glass doors nestled between colorful flowering bushes, and Damian pushed the door open, pulling me along after him.
6
ADDISON
“You must beJack and Addison Curran.” A large woman with the kindest eyes and a warm smile greeted us.
I flick my eyes up to Damian, realizing I hadn’t considered that he was partially known here, and that this might get confusing if he was pretending to be someone else.
“Yes, we’re here for a honeymoon couple’s massage.” He gave me a charming smile that sent rockets through my body, as he tucked me into his side, wrapping his arm around my waist.
