Jude...
This wasn't happening…this wasn't happening….this was NOT happening! Dear God! Can I just say that sometimes my world truly does seem surreally twisted—completely and utterly off its damn axis? For example, right now as I jiggled the knob of the door for the umpteenth time, all I could do was chant silently as I swore at fate itself while slowly contemplating murder. Yep, that's right—murder. Jesus! This was not happening! Tommy edged up behind me and placed his hand firmly on top of mine.
"Doing that isn't going to make it open any faster, Jude. Try breathing. Hell, just join me in a nice little ritual consisting of sitting on the bed, realizing that this is not a dream, and then thinking about logical ways to react to the situation." Tommy proclaimed as I threw him a scathing look before pushing his hand off of mine. Sitting on the bed would not help. It would complicate things. Trust me.
"Here's to being logical." I commented as I suddenly pounded on the door and screamed out my frustration.
"You friggin' lunatics! Let us out of here!" I yelled through the wood as Tommy balanced an arm above my head before leaning against the wall and staring down at me in amusement.
"Oh, yeah. That's being logical, Harrison. By tomorrow morning, you'll have them so riled, they might just decide to keep us here." Tom muttered as I kicked the door one last time for good measure before turning around, slouching against the wall, and sliding down to the floor in irritated defeat. Dammit! Tom slid down beside me. He even leaned over enough to pick a flower up off of the floor before tucking it behind my ear and shrugging.
"Look at it this way, Mrs. Quincy. We can celebrate and get drunk off champagne." Tom mumbled laughingly as I took a deep, calming breath before elbowing him in the ribs.
"You really find this amusing, don't you?" I asked him incredulously as he rubbed his rib cage scowlingly before shrugging.
"Well, if you want me to be honest then, yeah I do. At least our accommodations are better than theirs." Tommy declared as he pointed down at the glass bottomed foor. The bungalows sat over clear lagoons, and they were designed to intrigue tourists by allowing them to view the marine life as they slept. Right now, I just found myself staring down into the bugged eyes of a fish, and I couldn't help but laugh too. Okay, so this wasn't your ordinary vacation? At least it wasn't boring right? However, that did not change the fact that I was now sitting in a room with only one bed and a glass floor with a man tempting enough to eat off of—literally—as we both stared quite fiercely at a large bottle of champagne. Oh God!
"You look a little pale, Harrison." Tom commented mildly as he stood up slowly before stripping off the open white shirt that had been slipped onto him following the ceremony as the crowds had pushed us toward this room. The sight of him made my breath hitch even after the past couple of days—days that had been filled with a bare chested Quincy. Maybe it was the tan he sported now. Who knows.
"I'm fine." I mumbled as I stood up too and walked over to the edge of the bed before slowly untying the back of the sarong-style dress—appeased by the fact that Tom was now frozen in one spot—staring as if his life depended on each unveiling inch until he realized, probably with quite a bit of disappointment, that I was still wearing my swimsuit underneath. I had to fight to hide my smile as I shrugged.
"Who's looking pale now?" I asked him sincerely as he grabbed the champagne bottle—found what he needed to uncork it before tilting it up and downing a hefty swallow. Hmmm, so I had unnerved him huh? I narrowed my eyes This may not be so bad after all.