There was the head, arms, legs. A belly. A mouth that looked like Xara’s. If it hadn’t been for the piece of shit human in front of him, he would have cried. He’d been nervous, uncertain, unsure and now…it all dissolved.
“Hear me out, hear me out. Remember that time you didn’t have one for a long time, and then I packed one for you for that beach picnic we went on for your mama’s birthday? Your mama’s like opening up that picnic basket and expecting Brussels sprouts, but what you get is, well, your favorite. A grilled cheese sandwich.”
“The main point is,” he squeezed her hand, “for the rest of the trip, I’m not taking any calls or checking any notifications. This,” he held up his wrist, “is an actual watch. My part in this whole process has been trying to reduce the amount of stress and tension in our lives, and I’ve been failing.”
On one hand, he didn’t want her to know he was essentially feeding his addiction by refusing to break the spider web that was his and Syd’s lingering non-relationship. On the other hand, he simply didn’t want Ayesha to know. If she knew he was still talking to Syd, then it would ruin…
He walked out of the bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist and so damn beautiful it wasn’t fair. She’d always known he would grow into this, ever since their high school days. She hadn’t pictured it with facial hair, black strands gracing his shoulders, abs that made her want to bow in worship, and more sex appeal than the earth had water.
When she realized Joel hadn’t commented on her hidden talent, she glanced over at him. He was watching her, the sapphire in his eyes exploding and a nearly invisible smile playing at the corner of his mouth.