"He called me Mrs. five times, so." She points down at the full shot glass. "You have some catching up to do." I walk up to the table and down the shots without looking at her.
We walk down the wooden board bridge, and all through supper, we keep doing shots and laughing. At one point, I think they called me Mrs. When she gets up from the table, she has to hold the edge, and then she sits back down, and her laughter fills the room. I hold out my hand for her. "Shall we, Mrs." I joke with her, and she puts her hand in mine as we walk out. Her fingers link with mine as we walk down the lit patch, zigzagging along the way, and at one point, we stop walking. "Is that?" I hold up my hand to make everything around me go quiet, but all you can hear is the sound of the water crashing on the rocks and then in the far distance moaning.
"Is that sex?" She tries to whisper, but it comes out louder than her regular voice, and she steps closer to me as she concentrates and listens. "Someone is getting it on tonight." She giggles as we continue walking.
When we walk into the room, we both stop when we see more decorations now. This time, it's all white roses scattered with white candles. "If they are going to do this every night, I don't know how I can stay here." I look around, and she walks over to the bedroom. "Also, if I never see anything white again . . ."
"Let's go watch the stars." She motions with her head, and she rolls her lips when she looks into the bedroom. "Because you definitely don't want to sleep on the bed."
Chapter 16
Shelby
"Let's go watch the stars." I motion with my head toward the outdoor area. I stop when I see the white roses on the bed in a heart with our first letters in red in the middle of the bed. I look back at Ace, who stands by the door. "Because you definitely don't want to sleep on the bed." I point at the bed, and he glares at me as he walks beside me.
"Oh my God. Well, at least they didn't put a J," he says, shaking his head and walking out toward the daybed. "We don't need another room." He lies down on one side. "I can sleep out here."
My feet move faster than my brain does, and by the time I realize something is happening,I lie down on the other side looking up at the sky. "Is it me, or are there a lot more stars in the sky?" I ask him as I see the twinkling in the sky.
"You know what keeps going through my head," he says, and I look over at him, and for more than the second time today, I'm struck by how hot he his. I drank more than my share of booze while we were in the ocean today because there were times I wanted to lean over and lick his chest. "Are you listening, or did you fall asleep?" He laughs.
"I'm listening with bated breath," I say, knowing it’s wrong. "What is going through your head right now?"
He takes a deep breath. "What the fuck happened?"
"You are going to have to be more specific about that." I laugh at him as a soft breeze runs over us.
"When did it start?" I turn on my side to look at him. He looks up at the sky as I wait for him to give me more of his thoughts.
"I'm pretty sure it started when we got in the car," I say, giggling, and he laughs. "But I think it started to go downhill when we did the sex on the beach drinks, or it could have been the shots we did at dinner."
"Not that." He shakes his head, and his voice goes soft. "Sheila and like when she told me she was working late was that when she met him? When I went away for work, did he spend the night at her house? Did they sleep together before the wedding? Did we go out on a date, and then he went over when I dropped her off?" He turns, and I see the anguish in his eyes. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No," I whisper, my hand coming out and going on his chest, feeling his heart beating under my hand. "We did nothing wrong. I went through it in my head over and over again the whole time I was getting my makeup done. I would look over at Sheila and wonder did she fuck him right before she got here. Did he call her this morning? What did she give him that I didn't?" I take a deep breath. "To answer your question, this is more of a them problem than an us problem." He just smiles at me, and I close my eyes for a second, or at least that is how long it felt.