Page 33 of Will & Patrick's Endless Honeymoon
Fat fish the size of cats, swim through the water—gold, red, orange, and white flashing by.
Patrick climbs into the boat, which is on a runner like a Disneyland ride, and sits. Arvin joins them, rattling off information about the resort while they motor slowly toward their room. Will listens avidly, twisting and turning in his seat as he peers around at all the resort has to offer.
Patrick watches Will instead. He’s seen the videos on YouTube and the photos online. He knows what everything looks like and what they can do here. All he cares about is Will’s reaction.
And it’s perfect.
His brown eyes shine happily, his beautiful mouth is spread wide in a smile, and his grip on Patrick’s hand is warm and vibrant.
“The sea-water lagoon is great for snorkeling. You can see many varieties of fish, sea turtles, and get some exercise at the same time. There are multiple pools across the resort. You’ll find those on the map. The spa is open for treatments from seven in the morning until seven at night. The various dolphin adventures are popular. You can swim with the dolphins in our pool or arrange to go out on one of our chartered boats to look at them at sea.” Arvin waves at numerous coral, peach, or pink buildings as they float by. “Oh, and I believe you’re booked for a day by the ocean in one of our meditation beds. Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you can see whales from there.”
“I can’t believe you,” Will says when the concierge finally breaks off to converse briefly with the tall, handsome boat driver about their destination.
“Why?”
“This place has everything. It’s amazing.”
You’re amazing, Patrick thinks, but he doesn’t say. He tries to keep some dignity in the face of his all-consuming love even now that they’re married. He’s not ashamed of his feelings, but he doesn’t think he needs to vomit them out constantly just because they exist.
Will glances to the concierge and boat driver for an instant, then lets out a huff of happiness before leaning in for a kiss. His tongue is slippery and soft, and his lips sweet and gentle. It doesn’t last long, but it’s enough.
Patrick takes hold of his chin and thumbs the cleft. “So you’re happy?”
“Happy? I’m ecstatic.”
“Good.” He kisses Will’s mouth again. “Welcome to our honeymoon, puddin’-pop.”
