Something that is now as unhappy as I am.
“Ow! You kicked me.” That something is astute.
“Good. And I’ll do it again if you don’t leave me alone.” I threaten.
The room goes quiet and I’m glad that my words have been taken in the way they were intended, seriously.
Then suddenly I feel an entire obnoxious body fling itself onto the bed on top of me and it’s digging its fingers into my sides and even through the burrito wrap I can’t help but succumb to the relentless tickling, screaming at the top of my lungs for help as my attacker takes advantage of my weakness and unwraps me from my cotton sanctuary.
“I freed you! You’re welcome,” my attacker not-freer throws his hands up in the air in a misguided sense of victory.
I wonder, not for the first time, just how much it really hurts when you kick a man in the balls. Even in my morning grump, I feel that may be cutting my nose off to spite my face so I leave it for another time.
“Why are you not letting me sleep? My beauty, ergo, your attraction to me, counts on it!” I grumble at Sebastian.
He falls back onto the bed next to me and pulls my head to his chest, stroking my hair, knowing already that that’s my weakness.
“Shhhh, it’s breakfast time. The neighbors came by and asked if we want to walk to the restaurant with them since they’re leaving today too.”
“Tell ’em ‘sure’, you’ll go with them, and I’ll stay here sleeping. Bye.”
“Well, yes, that’s an option, but instead, I told them you were getting ready and we’ll meet them in fifteen minutes. That was ten minutes ago.”
“Fine, wake me up in four minutes.”
“But then I won’t have time to give you an orgasm.”
“You don’t anyway.” I poke my tongue out at him.
“Challenge accepted!”
***
“Hmm, I guess I did have enough time after all.” Sebastian snickers as we step off our patio and onto the walkway up to the main building. I elbow him as I wave at the two people walking up to us.
We introduce ourselves to the older couple and together we make our way to the restaurant.
“So, you guys are leaving today as well?” Linda, the wife, a stunning blonde, asks me once the waiter’s taken our order.
“Yes,” I nod, pouting slightly at the reminder. Reality is waiting for us and who knows what else.
“You know, you just look so familiar to me, I just cannot place your face,” her husband, Greg, says to Sebastian, who just grins and shrugs.
“Have you had a good time?” I ask them, hoping to distract Greg.
“Hmm-hmm,” Linda nods, taking a sip of her mimosa, “Amazing. We’re already sorry to leave. We go back to the US today.”
“Oh, where are you from?” Although I’m pretty sure I can already guess from their accents.
“Oh, we’re from Texas.” Linda smiles at me, with a tinge of homesickness.
“I’VE GOT IT!” Greg roars suddenly, the three of us jump out of our seats.
“You’re from that band… that string band that won the Grammy this year.” Greg shouts, pointing at Sebastian, who is now trying to hide behind his menu.
“Honey… I don’t think…” Linda starts to say, trying to calm her husband down.
“It IS him, I swear!” Greg roars again, and I just shrug at Sebastian who puts down his menu.
“I’m so sorry, he gets really fixated on things until he can figure it out,” Linda apologizes for her husband who still hasn’t stopped staring at Sebastian.
“I changed my mind, let’s go back to our room and have sex,” Sebastian leans over and whispers into my ear. I swat him away and give him my biggest smile, “So, honey, why don’t you tell Greg here, what it’s like to be a Grammy winner?”
Greg slams his hand onto the table and lets out a big belly laugh, “I told you it was him! How are you doing, pal?” He reaches over the table and grabs Sebastian’s hand, shaking it up and down until I think Sebastian’s arm is about to be pulled from its socket.
The customers at the other tables are starting to stare at us, and it’s not until Linda physically extracts her husband’s hand from Sebastian’s that he finally lets go and sits back down.
“You guys are awesome!” Greg bellows across the table to Sebastian. “Man, I’m not much for classical music, but the way you guys mix it with some good ol’ classic rock n roll, we love it! Don’t we honey?!”
Sebastian, used to the attention, just smiles and lets Greg continue to shower him with praise, nodding and eating his food, but never really adding anything to what Greg’s saying.
“So, what are you guys doing here? Tell me you eloped, that would be such a romantic story.” Linda asks us, when she finally has a chance to get a word in while Greg takes a big forkful of eggs.
“Well, actually,” Sebastian grins at me, and I wonder what’s going on in his mind, “We DID just get married last night,” he leans over and whispers to Linda, whose eyes grow wide.
“Oh my gosh!!!! Did you hear that honey, they’re MARRIED!” She yells, and I suddenly see the resemblance between the two.
I turn and just stare at Sebastian, who winks and goes back to his food, as if nothing has happened.
“How did it happen? Tell us, tell us, tell us!” The blonde jumps out of her seat with excitement, flinging her fork to the floor.
“Yes, Muffinbottom, why don’t you tell them?” Sebastian says to me, a look of innocence on his face.
I glare at him, and turn back to our breakfast partners.
“Well, actually, Sebastian has been in love with me FOR YEARS. But I was never interested in him at all. I didn’t find him very… how do I say this… able to satisfy me in bed, you know.” I wink at Linda conspiratorially, and her eyes grow wider as she leans in further across the table.