Chapter 21 – Hell Yeah
He really enjoyed his time spent with Juliet. He started to forget how they got here, and that they were waiting to be rescued. He didn't really need rescuing any more.
They hadn't slept together since the last party, but they cuddled on the sofa and had kissed a few times. He worried whether he was coming on too strong, as he seemed to initiate most of the touching. But she seemed to enjoy it and never pulled away.
She confused him at night, she would either be in bed when he finished work or just get up and say good night. Leaving him sitting there wondering.
One Saturday morning he woke up to dark storm clouds and heavy rain, he couldn't see across the quad it was so heavy.
He silently thanked a higher power. Juliet had decided that as today was their day off they would be gardening and doing house hold chores that needed to be done. She had needed to do the washing too, no way she could get anything dry today. His mood was lifted and he almost felt giddy. Time to go and rub it in her face.
He tip toed across the hall and opened her bedroom door as quietly as he could, although the rain was so hard he could of stomped and it would have been drowned out.
She was fast asleep, her hair fanned out across the pillow. He watched her for a moment, she looked so peaceful.
When she started to stir he moved toward her, he really didn't want to be caught looking at her. It would probably creep her out.
He greeted her with a morning sunshine as he sat on the edge of the bed, twisted so he could still see her. His greeting back was a mumbled request for the time.
'Time to wake up Blondie!' He replied, moving the hair out of her face.
She looked up at him with one sleepy eye. 'Why are you so happy?' She mumbled.
'Listen to that sound sweetness' He couldn't contain his joy any more. He had a day off. An actual day off. He might be able to spend most of it with her too, but he wouldn't admit that.
She sat up, eyes scrunched up. As if sitting up would help her determine the sound. 'Son of a . . . ' She exclaimed and flopped back down onto her pillows.
She had fallen back with her arms above her head and he took his chance. He reached out and pinned her hands down with his, with his chest across her upper body.
She smiled at him as he growled and then moved in to kiss her neck. 'Are these your plans for the day' She teased. He pulled away and looked her in the eye.
'Oh hell yeah!' He replied and returned to his attack on her neck.. . .
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Juliet was really enjoying her time spent with James. He was actually making her happy. Really happy. It scared her. It made her time on this godforsaken island bearable.
She was so scared of getting hurt again, and was constantly at war with herself about him. She wanted him, but was so frightened she tried to keep her distance. But when he pulled her in for a hug or kissed her she didn't have the strength to push him away.
She avoided bed time with him. She would either go to bed before he got in off a late, or rush a quick goodnight as she was walking out of the room. Sleeping with him just made it all worse, or better, depending on how she looked at it.
The Saturday he woke her up when it was raining was one of the best days she had ever had. They spent the whole day in bed together. Laughing, talking and fooling around. She really wasn't annoyed they couldn't get things around the house sorted, but she acted as through she was.
James was so thoughtful and loving. It really didn't surprise her that women had handed over cash and probably more to him. He was charming and complementary, not to mention hot.
She would enjoy herself and then the doubt would spring into her mind. Was she a con too? Was he doing this to get her to stay? Or because she was the easiest as they lived together? What did he see in her?
She was surprised when he asked what she saw in him. She though the answer over before she told him he was smart, loving, charming, funny, good looking, loyal and her best friend.
He had looked worried when he asked the question, playing with her fingers. But was that part of the con?
When she answered he kissed her, slowly. When they broke apart he had a dazzling smile on his face, the kind that made her weak in the knees.
'I didn't understand what you saw in me' He explained. Looking back down at their intertwined fingers on top of the covers.
He looked hurt when she laughed 'I was wondering what you saw in me!' She explained, it was her turn to stare at their hands.
It was his turn to laugh 'Really!' He exclaimed. He let go of her hand at tilted her chin up so she had to look at him.
He kissed her gently on the lips and told her she was beautiful, kissed her nose and told her she was intelligent, kissed her eye and told her she was witty, kissed the other and told her she was strong, kissed her neck and told her she made his pulse race and heart beat fast, and kissed her forehead and told her she was the best friend he had ever had.
She looked at him and asked 'This is really happening isn't it?'
He gave her another winning smile and replied 'Oh hell yeah!' before kissing her passionately . . . .
