Walking into our honeymoon cabin, we looked around at our new
surroundings. His hand was on my lower back, and his warm touch
against my cold skin was making me want to get him straight to
the bedroom. I stepped away from him and went to the door that
led to the deck, seeing a hot tub. "Baby," I said, turning towards
him, "I want to go out there." I couldn't tear my eyes away from his
lips as he spoke.
"Your swim suit is in this bag." He held up a blue duffle with two
fingers. I turned back and opened the door, walking into the deck
and leaned against the hot tub, facing him.
"I don't think I need my swim suit, do you?" His eyes darkened as
he dropped the bag to the floor.
"I guess you don't."
He began to move towards me. When he reached the door, I held
out my hand and pressed it against his chest, telling him to stop. I
backed away, and reached up to the straps on my short lace dress,
sliding one side off of my shoulder, and then the other, the short
piece of cloth sliding to the floor. His eyes darted over my soft
skin, and he noticed my lack of a bra.
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