Ok so this story has not been updated or even touched in probably 3 years, but I've been feeling the need to carry the banner so here is a new chapter now then if you are reading this please remember that I have not been acquainted with this story in 3 years so it may take a bit to get it going and going well so please enjoy it so far and review!
We landed at the airport a couple hours later and I was still fumed, here I was in possibly the most beautiful location with the most beautiful man, a killer new bikini, and my two best friends, life sucks.
Race and I were instructed to guard the luggage while Beth and Spot took their turns going to the bathroom and hunting down something edible.
"So how exactly do you expect this whole sleeping arrangement to work?" I questioned digging through my purse in search of a cure for my stale airplane breath.
Race rolled his eyes and handed me a mint, "Two rooms, one per couple."
"Yea so I'll sleep in the bed and sparky back there will sleep in the tub, how romantic."
"I'm about tired of you bitching about the guy." He groaned in obvious frustration.
"Well I'm about tired of him keeping a five foot radius from me at all times, he is supposed to be my boyfriend, he made it very clear that he doesn't want me seeing other people yet he will barely even touch me maybe he has someone on the side, yea that's it because I mean really is it so much to ask that I have sex with my boyfriend or that I want to have his tongue shoved inappropriately far down my throat?! What the hell does he want from me Race, does he want me to beg cause let me tell ya right now that is not happening!" I exclaimed.
I could tell that Race was surprised by my frustration, I was too but a person can only take so much before they explode with incoherent outbursts.
"You know Bailey maybe he's just waiting for you to exhale." He answered calmly.
"Exhale, what the hell does that mean?"
"It means that you just need to relax and enjoy the relationship, so what he is taking it slow and doesn't only want to be with you for your body, most girls would be ecstatic about that."
"You're insane" I whispered, "And wrong!" I added quickly as Spot and Beth approached.
Beth quickly clung to Race and headed towards the exits with their bags; Spot picked up my carry on and his rolling suitcase and started to follow them. "You coming?" he asked.
I just nodded and followed him with my own rolling bag, "What are you drinking." I asked gesturing to the cup he came back with.
"Your favorite." He smiled and handed me the cup.
I took a sip, "Hmm orange mango smoothie, you really are perfect aren't you?"
He wrapped his free arm around my shoulders and dropped a kiss on top of my head, "No, not even close."