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Chapter 15
After hanging up the phone with her he lay on the bed and was soon consumed by sleep. In his dreams he was transported to the most beautiful place. They were on an island of sorts, somewhere in the Caribbean on a private beach. It was late evening and in the distance the sun was setting and had cast its golden rays upon the turquoise waters of the ocean. They were lying on towels in the sand face up looking at the sky marveling at the different shapes formed by the clouds. Earlier in the day it had rained and though it had no effect on the temperature it resulted in the most beautiful rainbow across the evening sky. The beauty of it all was overwhelming and he turned on his side and pulled her close. "They say there's a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow'" he told her, "and I think I've found mine."
She looked at him curiously, "how strange," she said "I was thinking the same thing."
They stared at each other for a while each lost in their own thought. He could see his reflection in her eyes and she looked away suddenly like a shy child. He pointed out to sea "there's a ship going by" he told her, and she wondered if the people on board could see them.
This place of solace and beauty is where he had brought her. They were on their honeymoon and he had surprised her with the trip. The world of hospitals and surgeries seems so far away and it surprised him that she never once mentioned work. The only thing missing was Christopher who was spending time with his grandparents in California. She had wanted to take the child with them but he had insisted that this was their time alone. They spent their days snorkeling and Scuba diving and most evenings fell asleep on the beach before waking up and going back to their rustic little cabin. He had specifically asked the travel agent for a place like this, away from too many tourists and commercialism. He had never seen her happier and he secretly hoped that she hasn't changed too much. He still wanted his brash unpredictable Cristina.
He woke up much later. The rainbow had disappeared. The sun had set and in its place the moon shined brightly and the sky was now populated by a million stars. He looked over at her and at first he thought she was still asleep. He was surprised when she said, "there's a man in the moon and he is watching every move you make so stop looking at me like that."
He smiled, "looking at you like what."
"Like you're starving and I'm the main course."
"Don't put ideas in my head, ... anyway, you're more like dessert."
She pretended to be upset, "so you're comparing me to pastry?"
"No, not really, you have your own unique taste. You're the sweetest part of the meal, just not very good for ones health." He was getting a kick out of teasing her.
"Thanks for telling me that."
She sat up and started to take off her bathing suit. He watched her, wondering what she was up to. She stepped right over him naked and headed toward where they had left the picnic basket earlier. She was frantically searching for something. He had no idea what. Whatever it was she found it because she was now headed back toward him. He was still lying down on his side resting his weight on one elbow watching her. In her hand she held a small container of something. She sat down next to him, gave him a cute little smile, then kissed him. He rolled over on his back and she started to run her hands slowly down the center of his body passed his belly button to where his swim trunks meet his hips. Her hands slipped through the waistband of his trunks, then she retreated. He thought she was going further, wanted her to go further but she stopped and her hands headed upwards. All along she was kissing him but would not meet his eyes. She removed the lid from the small bottle she was holding and started to squirt the content over his body from his chest downwards. He watched her as if he was in a trance. He still didn't know what she was putting on his body, all he knew was that he was in agony. He watched her put the bottle to her mouth and squeezed it. She then bent over him and kissed him passionately. Honey, she had squirted honey all over his body and he couldn't wait to see what she would do next. He cupped her face with his hands, holding her steady returning her kiss and trying to prolong it as long as possible. He finally had to release her lips. They were both breathless.
She started to kiss a trail down his body and in the process removing all the honey that she had put there. He reached for her but she pulled away and continued to kiss her way down his body. She got to his bellybutton and circled it with her tongue. She never touched him with her hands and every time he reached for her she pulled away. When she finally removed all the honey form his body she brought her lips down to his and kissed him again. She released his lips and whispered in his ear "Think twice next time before you compare me to dessert. I just had dessert."
He reached out to grab her, determined to make her pay for what she just did but she wasn't there. He started feeling around.
There was no sand, just his pillow. There was no ocean just his bed. He sat up startled, frantically looking around suddenly realizing that it was all a dream. He looked down on his body annoyed. No signs of honey but there were other signs. He got out of bed headed to the bathroom turned, the shower on cold and let the water numb his body.