The next thing I know, I hear birds chirping. I hear myself groan, and I try to open my eyes, but they feel sealed shut. I focus on the task of opening my eyes. One of them flutters open for half a second before it shuts when the brightness of the sun hits me. I move my head to the side, trying to wet my lips, but my mouth is dry, and I feel like sand is on my tongue. I have to wonder if I slept with my mouth open and some sand flew into it. I take a deep inhale, and I feel this heaviness on my chest. I groan and open one eye, looking around. Memories of last night come back in blocks. Dinner and then looking at the stars and then talking. I look over, seeing Ace asleep beside me. I close my eyes and turn my head and try to move, but something is holding me down. When I open my eyes and look down at my chest, I see his hand is cupping my breast. Almost like a death grip. My eyes open wide as I look around, not moving a single muscle in my body. His hand is on my breast, my head screams. I repeat, his hand is on my breast. I ignore the little butterflies in my stomach or the fact that my heart speeds up.
"Morning," I hear him mumble from beside me, and my head turns to look at him. His eyes open and close for a second as he gets used to the sunlight.
"Morning," I reply as he finally opens his eyes. I look at him and then look down at my breast, hoping he follows my eyes, but he doesn't. I swallow down the cotton ball that is in the back of my mouth. "Do you mind?" I say, looking at him and motioning with my head to his hand, trying to make this as unawkward as I can.
He smirks at me, and then he says. "Do you mind?" His eyes go from mine down to his cock. And I shriek when I realize that my hand is right on his cock, and it's hard. "Oh my God." I whip my hand off and jump off the daybed, avoiding his eye contact. "I didn't know."
"It's fine," he mumbles and rolls off the daybed, his shirt all wrinkled and his eyes looking sleepy.
"I'm going to the bathroom," I declare, not waiting for him to say anything and running into the bathroom. I close the bathroom door behind me and hang my head, my eyes looking at my hand that was on his cock. "What the hell were you thinking?" I push away from the door and walk over to the bathroom sink, turning on just the cold water. I cup my hands under the stream of water and then throw it on my face. I repeat it three times before I grab a small plush white towel and dab my face while looking at myself in the mirror. "What the hell is going on with you?" I ask my reflection, wondering if someone else will answer. Instead, there is a knock on the door. I look over at the closed door. "Yeah."
"Are you going to be long in there?" Ace asks, and I put the towel down, walking over to the door and opening it. I avoid making eye contact with him as I walk past him, and all I can smell is his aftershave, which makes my body come alive. He walks into the bathroom and closes the door behind him, and all I can do is walk over to the bar area and grab a bottle of water. I open it and down half of it, sitting on the couch. When I hear the door open, I look up and see that he's washed his face also and has pushed his hair back with his hands.
He looks at me. "Maybe this is a bad idea." The words come out of my mouth before I even process what I was going to say. "This whole thing being here at a honeymoon resort it's …"
I look at him, hoping he’ll jump in and agree with me. And he looks like he's going to say something when there is a knock on the door. "For a honeymoon resort." He moves toward the door. My eyes go to his ass and then quickly look up when he looks over his shoulder. "They have the worst timing."
"Good morning, Mr. Ace," Roberto says, rolling in a cart full of food. "I hope I didn't wake you."
"Nope," I respond when he sees me. "We are awake."
"It's going to be a beautiful day." His voice is chipper, and I look over at Ace, who is just staring at me and making me even more nervous. "The car leaves in thirty minutes. I will set this up outside, yes?" he asks, and I just nod at him.