He didn't see it coming.
As she stepped into the room, her hand connected with deliberate force against the side of his face. Looking back on the situation he knew in the back of his mind that it wasn't the best idea to open the door without looking out the window first. On the other hand it was like his body knew something the rest of him didn't. His gaze dropped to the floor and then began drinking in every aspect of the woman standing in front of him. She looked as beautiful and polished as he'd remembered, her lips - damn, but they looked softer than ever. She was wearing a simple wrap dress and sandals, with small silver hoops in her ears and no other jewelry, he noted that she looked like she was simply here on vacation. That was until his eyes met with hers. There were tears swimming in her hazel ones and all he could see was pain. His expression never wavered because he didn't want her to know how she had come to affect him so much. That was never supposed to happen, it wasn't part of the plan.
The complete lack of emotion, his intense green gaze and the slightly amused look on his face only infuriated her more. She flew at him with tears now streaming down her face and small fists pounding his chest. Catching her, he stood his ground and wrapped his arms tightly around her to stop her from hurting either one of them. She struggled for some moments but the emotion of the past months seemed to finally catch up with her as everything seemed to just let go. He couldn't have said how long they stood in the doorway that way, her with her arms trapped between his chest and hers, crying softly into his shirt. He couldn't count the number of words he murmured incoherently, how many times he pressed his lips to her hair as well as the many times he tried to gather the courage to tell her how sorry he was.
She had calmed considerably since he'd first opened the door and now felt like she'd collapse if he let go of her. Reaching out, he closed the door to his room and lead her out to the back deck. Moments later the were lying next to each other in a hammock, him on his back with her head pillowed on his shoulder and her lying on her side pressed up against him as if she would crawl into his skin if she were able. His free arm was draped across his body and he was tracing patterns up and down the bare arm she'd flung across his waist. Her breathing became slow and deep and she felt like dead weight against him, thinking she'd fallen asleep he let his mind wander.
Looking out over the beach that spread from the deck they were on and out onto the crystal clear water he had to admit that he was surprised to see her here, he thought that the situation back in the joint had been particularly one sided. She was always kind to him but it never crossed that line, her arrival and the raw emotion that he'd seen contradicted these thoughts slightly though. He moved on to wonder how she would have come to the conclusion that he'd be here. Looking down at her still form he thought out loud,
"How did you find me?"