45 Forty-five: MTOABB

MTOABB

The girls were already up in their rooms and it was already late. I let out a little yawn and he turns to look at me. We had already moved from the pool to the jacuzzi that overlooked the mountains. His contact lenses at this time were somewhere at the bottom of the pool and he was having a hard time seeing as he squinted a few times to get his glass of white wine.

“You’re tired?” He asks. His blue eyes squinted in my direction and I allowed for the corners of my lips to turn as I smiled at him.

“A little,” I admit. He rubs his right hand on my thigh under the hot bubbling water as he nods quietly.

“Let’s go inside,” he beckons, removing his hand from my thigh and trying to stand on his feet as smoothly as he could master without his glasses. I missed the touch from the moment his fingers were no longer lingering on my skin, but I stood with him and tried to grab his hand in an attempt to help him.