Page 86 of The Infiniteness of Yesterday
“Hey,” he says softly interrupting me. “If you want to go back home we can. It’s fine. I’ll?—”
“No, no.” I rush to cut him off. “I want to be here. I’m just … distracted. I promise I’ll get past this.”
His concerned gaze only serves to make me feel more guilty.
“I want you to relax this weekend. If it’s not going to be restful for you, we can?—”
“Please.” I shake my head. “I’m fine. I promise.” I don’t need the guilt of this weekend going south on top of everything else. “I’ll feel more with it once I eat. You know how I get when I’m hungry.”
He doesn’t look like he believes me, but he entertains me by saying, “We better get an appetizer then.”
Later that evening, we walk down the beach hand in hand. Jameson has rolled up the legs of his pants and carries my shoes in his free hand. The breeze off the ocean is strong tonight, but Idon’t mind it. You’d think I’d get sick of the ocean and beach, but I never do.
“This was a great idea,” I confess, having to raise my voice to be heard above the wind.
“Yeah? I wasn’t so sure. You seemed off today.” He presses a kiss to the side of my head.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he assures me. “I just hope it’s not because of the house thing. If you’re still upset with me, I’d rather talk about it.”
“It’s not that, but I have to admit I’m a little embarrassed about how I overreacted.”
He stops walking and tugs me around to face him. “Babe.” He looks down at me with sympathy. “You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s understandable that it’s a trigger for you. There’s nothing embarrassing about sticking up for yourself.”
I drop my gaze to my toes buried in the sand. Just a hint of my pastel blue polish peeks out.
“Don’t do that.” He takes my face gently in his hands. “You don’t have anything to be ashamed of.”
Sometimes I wonder what I’ve done to deserve this man. One so kind that understands me completely.
“Thank you.” Jameson is one of the few people capable of calming my racing thoughts.
“Want to get some ice cream and head back to the hotel?”
I appreciate him moving to a different topic. “You know I’ll never say no to ice cream.”
We end up grabbing ice cream from a local spot within walking distance of the hotel, so we take it back to our room to eat.
Sitting on the end of the king size bed I dig into the cookies ‘n cream ice cream while he scrolls through Netflix and settles on an episode of a show we’ve already watched before.
We eat our ice cream in companionable silence and when it’s finished Jameson takes my empty container and tosses it, along with his, before grabbing my hands and tugging me up.
“Shower?” he asks with a raised brow.
“Shower,” I confirm, and let him drag me into the bathroom. We take our time removing each other’s clothes. The last thing to go is his glasses, which I carefully fold and set on the counter before he tugs me into the shower.
He’s careful not to let the water touch my hair. He guides me back until I hit the tile and I shiver from the cold feeling pressed against me. He quickly pulls me away from it and against his hard body. I honestly don’t know how Jameson finds time to work out, but he’s toned and lean from the running he tries to get in daily.
His mouth finds mine and I open for him greedily.
I’ve needed this. Neededhim. Just the two of us.
He lifts me easily in his arms and I wrap my own around his neck. My fingers play with the strands on the back of his neck, and he makes a low sound of approval.
When he finally sets me down my mouth feels swollen from his kisses.
Grabbing the hotel’s shower gel, he lathers some in his palms before he goes straight for my boobs. I laugh and he gives me a boyish grin.
