Chapter Eleven

When I go to brush my teeth, the next day, I find Adam stretching in the living room.

"Good morning," he greeted, rewarding me with a smile.

"Morning," I hummed, knotting the rope of my robe lightly.

"How did you sleep?"

"Perfectly. This hotel isn't kidding around–that bed is heavenly. And waking up next to you was even better," I praised.

"I'm happy to hear that," he grinned. "What would you like to do today?"

I put my hand in my chin, pretending to think. "How about we go to the beach?" I suggested, eyes shiny brightly.

"You want to hit that wave?" He asked, giving me a look of disbelief.

"We're at the Bahamas," I huffed, "of course, I do!"

Adam laughs as I run to pick out my bathing suit. I choose a gorgeous red bikini that ties in front. Just as I put it on, Adam enters, already in his beach attire; just some smug shirts that didn't leave much to my imagination.

His eyes rove over my body as they drink me in. I see his Adams apple bob up and down as he tries hard to hide how attra