Sin at Sea by Emma Nichols

Author:Emma Nichols
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2013-06-23T23:00:00+00:00

While he slept, I loaded pictures onto the laptop. I uploaded several that I sent to different magazines. Then I took some shots of him sleeping. There was something so alluring about him, with the light scruff he had growing on his face, the thick dark lashes that were too pretty to belong to any man, and the way his biceps bulged under the t-shirt. There was plenty of time for me to take a luxurious shower, to apply the minimal amount of makeup, the gross quantities of sunblock, and pull my hair up into a messy bun.

As lunchtime arrived, it was my turn to go and bring back some food for us. Surely he would awaken hungry in a short period of time. When he did, I wanted to make sure he was as well cared for as he had done for me. While I knew that I could have ordered room service, I also knew how disruptive and noisy it was for me to call, then for them to arrive and bang on the door. There would be the balancing act while signing for the food, and let’s not forget the tip. Plus, the selection was greater in Windows on the Sea buffet than it was on the limited room service menu.

Just as I walked in the door with our plates and set them on the coffee table, he began to awaken. “That was quite the nap,” I commented. “Hope you are hungry.”

He smiled and nodded. “I’m starving. We’ll need to get ice cream after this.” Then he reached for the grilled ham and cheese I picked up for him at the deli.

Soon we were having fun, joking, playing, and it of course turned into one of my passions. The camera was out and I was recording every moment of this. What I loved was the spontaneity of it all. Instead of focusing and pausing, it was all point and shoot. Periodically, I would check and see if I was getting anything worth saving. Oh, I was. I captured this look on his face, this playful adoration as we were rolling around on the bed. It was perfect. He might be gifting me paintings and jewelry, but this was what I could give him for forever. He would have these photographs on the SD card to always remember.

We finally started dressing for dinner. “What are you wearing tonight?” He asked casually.

Without saying a word, I pulled the only other cocktail dress I had packed. The hem ended just a few inches over the knee. Around the bottom of the all black dress was a glittery silver butterfly pattern. It had a dangerously low back. And I loved how it looked with the black-strapped heels that connected above the ankle.

“Hmmm,” he said as he turned the dress around on the hanger. “I like it, but I don’t love it.”

“Thanks,” I responded icily. I thrive on compliments and get a little tense when I receive unwarranted criticisms. I turned away to start dressing despite his lackluster enthusiasm.

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