The 30th Day in Hawaii
Chapter 10
She hadn't realized that she had left Toby asleep in her suite until she walked in and saw him perched on the couch, flipping through the channels on the television. She had made quite a racket coming in, what with the slamming of the door, and the jingling of the keys when she dropped them onto the nearby table. As soon as they made eye contact, Toby flew off the couch and engulfed Lily into a warm hug, his arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders as he gripped her. She heard him take a shuddering breath before he pulled back to look her in the eye.
"Lil." He mumbled, stroking her face with his thumb and running his other hand through her hair. She was confused at the act of affection, assuming that he hadn't remembered the night before because of his intense intoxication. "I thought you left because you hated me." He said, pulling her into another hug. The extreme clingy-ness was making Lily feel a little claustrophobic, and she wiggled out of his embrace, and walked into the kitchen to get a drink.
"Why would I hate you?" Lily questioned, leaning her butt against the countertop and sipping at a water. Toby ran his hand through his hair nervously. "Well..." He started, shifting from foot to foot. "I kissed you last night and-" "What?!" Lily interrupted, startling Toby into silence, and he gave her a baffled look. "You remember last night?" She asked incredulously. Toby nodded dumbly, walking up to meet her face to face. "Yeah. I was nervous that you didn't like it, or you didn't like me, but I like you, a lot. I mean, I know that we only just met and everything, but I've been thinking that we go well together. You make me happy, too, and I -"
As Toby rambled on about how they should be together, Lily's eyes were ghosting over his face, memorizing each subtle feature. The soft curve of his jaw, the strong line of his nose, and his lips. His curvy, plump lips. It was then that she realized that maybe letting loose was easy, that Toby had shown her - in the three days that she had known him - that taking a risk was worth it. After all, if she hadn't picked up that key card, she never would have met him. She never would have went out to have coffee with him, or watch the sunrise with him, or go swimming with him. She never would have gone to dinner with him, slept in the same bed as him. She never would have kissed him.
That would be a shame, if she had never got to kiss him. He was such a good kisser, even though it was a sloppy and rushed kiss. She began to wonder what kind of kisser Toby was when he was sober, and if she should kiss him again. As she met his eyes, she realized that she had tuned out, and he was no longer talking, just looking at her expectantly. Lily reached out to grip his shoulder, her mouth going dry and butterflies swarming in her stomach. She pulled him to her, and planted her moist lips upon his.
After the kiss - well, after many kisses - they ended up on the couch, cuddling. Toby still had a hangover, though he hid it surprisingly well when he was admitting that he liked her and making out with her earlier that morning. She had explained to him that Jane had to leave because of a family thing, but he didn't seem to be too concerned of her absence, more wrapped up in staring into her beautiful eyes and nuzzling her jaw with his nose. Lily realized that at some point she would have to get up, never being one to waste the day away with reclining on the couch and doing nothing. Toby, on the other hand, was aching for a day of relaxation and lounging. In his defense, he had been in Hawaii for more than two weeks already.
"Alright." Lily said, wiggling out of Toby's hold and standing up. "I'm going to go check on Gabe and Jack." She said, causing Toby to whine. "But why?" He drawled, reaching out to her with his elongated arms. "They don't matter, come back to me." She smiled and shook her head. "No, no, no." She said, collecting her key card and phone. "They're probably wondering where you are, so I should just drop in and give them the 4-1-1." Toby gave up on his arguing and let her leave, staring longingly at her back - and maybe a little at her butt, although he'd never admit it - as she left.