So, that was what he was thinking so hard about. I wanted to say no, really and truly, that this trip was really for me to heal…BUT…I could admit I enjoyed his company and figured it might do us both good.
"I should say no, but I think the company would be nice…so…yeah, come along." He grinned as well and took a long swig of his beer and I smiled in return.
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I pushed the glasses further up to cover my eyes. I should have stayed in bed, nursing the dull ache to the head but the beach was calling my name way too loudly, and no, this was not any hope to see that brown eyed hottie. I mean, the beach was how big? Really, what were the chances? And he probably could have gotten off before me; after all, it was almost 12.
I sighed, swiped my key card to get off the boat and waited for the next cart to take me to the beach. And who knows, besides catching some sun's rays, I may do some shopping for those three pesky friends back home. As it was, I woke up to 3 messages from them, asking why I wasn't talking, like ladies, think…I'm not always going to be on my phone.
I had left my phone in the room last night when I was talking to Howie and I didn't climb into my room until almost four; the last thing on my mind was checking messages. Actually, the only thing on my mind was getting into bed safely. I had quite a few more drinks with Howie and ended up tripping over a set of stairs and falling again, along with running into a pole or two. Not, mind you, that he was Mr. Graceful himself. That man tripped over his own two feet, not once, not twice, but three times! We were both laughing so hard after that. And that was the cue that we had better get to bed before either one of us caused serious harm to our selves.
I couldn't shake the smile as I recalled the night. It was one for the books. I grabbed my bag and climbed into the cart, pulling out my phone to take a couple pictures, sending it to the girls. Time to make them a little jealous, as they were all beach lovers!
I kept my eyes on the waves, a serene smile upon my face as I let the sound be the healing balm to my broken heart. I also mentally shrugged as I watched, mentally of course, my ex drown in the water with that bitch.
"Not nice Resa," I mumbled to myself as I climbed out of the cart, although it was pretty funny. I smiled my thanks to the driver and made my way to a more private spot. Laying my towel down, I then sat my bag on top of it; taking my top off and tossing it on top of the bag. I took a deep breath and walked over to the water, for once not being ashamed of my looks, not that I was horrible looking.
I let my friends buy my clothes for this trip and for some ungodly reason; they felt I needed a bikini; the first I ever owned, in fact. Now, I'm nowhere near stick thin, so I was freaking out about it, exposing myself and the little blubber I had gained. But they swore that I didn't look bad, and even if I did, who would notice me?
As much as I hated to admit it, they were right. I felt amazing, had eyes glancing my way, and I really didn't fuckin' care what those people thought; although, most were men eyeing me with appreciation. Score one for the confidence boost…and one for the friends who knew better.
I walked into the water, pinning my hair back and closed my eyes, letting the wave's crash over my legs. There really was something about the waves and the sounds of them crashing that was soothing; no matter how cliché that sounded. Okay, okay, maybe just the smallest, tinniest 'you're right' to my crazy three friends for they knew what they were talking about. I probably should be finding some hot guys to bang to forget everything, but that wasn't my style, never had been.
I sighed as I sunk into the water, the waves now crashing over my waist. Ah, yes, total perfection. God, I hated when those ladies were right. Although, I didn't have to tell them, right? I shook my head; nope, no one needed to know.
I opened my eyes and looked out over the water, my eyes just seeing the never ending ocean and once again, a slight smile hovering over my lips.
"Penny for your thoughts?" I jumped and quickly spun around, knocking Howie into the water in the process. I busted out laughing and helped him. "We have got to stop meeting like this," he muttered as he wiped water off his face.
"I agree. Stop scaring me."
"Stop ignoring everything and start paying attention."
"Touche." I smiled and took the moment to look this man over. Damn, last night I couldn't see how well built he was, nor the six pack, okay four pack, he had; not too shabby as eye candy. Hey! I said sleeping around wasn't my style, but I was still going to appreciate the opposite sex; I was broken hearted, not dead. "Do you work out much Howie?"
"I've been slacking, truthfully. What about you?" I lifted a brow as his eyes seemed to roam as well but lingered a moment or two longer on the girls.
"Same. Well, I kind of let go a bit." He nodded his head in understanding. "And between him and my work, time just slipped away. I hadn't hit a gym in like four months."
"Yeah, think it's been five here. What do you do?"
"I'm…in the music industry."
"Bull shit. So am I!"