Chapter 8
The hotel Michael picked out was the definition of heaven. It was on a private island that overlooked the lush Hawaiian vegetation on one side, the pool on the other side and the main view which was the most beautiful one was of the sea. Their suite was equipped with everything she could have ever wanted to relax, but the one thing she loved most about the suite was the private Jacuzzi. However, even on the island which was the literal embodiment of what heaven on earth looked like, she still didn’t know if she had made the right choice or not. This feeling became even more apparent that night when they went to bed. She was not sure what was supposed to happen. Was she supposed to snuggle up to him or was he supposed to hold her? She found herself thinking that perhaps the kiss had complicated things a little too much. But after how perfect the next day was, Angela assumed that all their firsts were probably cursed.
The day had been perfect to say the least. A late breakfast, a long day in the pool, followed by a luau the resort was hosting. She did not know if it was the fact that she’d had a few drinks at the luau or just the fact that she was beginning to get more comfortable about him. Whatever the hell it was, she was feeling a lot more comfortable around him than she had been with anyone in a long time. It was only nine when they got back to their room, but thanks to all the cocktails she’d had, Angela felt like it was much later.
“Whoa there. Careful,” Michael said when she almost fell. He secured an arm around her waist as he slipped his key card into the slot and opened the door. They stumbled into the room and he closed the door behind them, still holding her close. He looked down at her smiling face as she brought her hand up and ran her fingers through his hair.
“Has anyone ever told you how perfect your eyes are?” she said, and he laughed.
“It is official. You are drunk.”
“Maybe, but I am also in the sort of mood that makes me want to do this.” She slipped a hand around his neck and pulled him down to meet her lips in a long, sensual kiss.
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“I would never think that of you.”
“Well, I know but… you brought me out here and it is beautiful, but I really want to be more intimate with you…”
“Angie, there is no rush,” Michael said as he lay next to her. “I respect you too much to force you into something you are not ready for.”
“I’m just not ready… I don’t feel ready just yet,” Angela went on.
He got closer and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead.
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“Well, there is no pressure from me, Angie. You can count on that,” he said before they both drifted off to sleep.
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Sleeping next to Angela in nothing but her bikini bottoms and not being able to touch her was killing Michael. The fact that he had seen, touched, and even tasted her nakedness only made it more difficult for him to keep himself in check. Holding her all night long without actually touching her was killing him. That night was perhaps the hardest he had ever had. He was surprised he actually got any sleep at all.
When he woke up, it was a little past six. Angela was still asleep in his arms, her curls framing that gorgeous face. He gently caressed her cheek using his finger and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. He pulled away to see her eyes fluttering open.
“I’m sorry I woke you up,” he said.