Page 70 of Til Death
“You ready to get our stuff and grab something to eat?”
She blinked a few times before her mouth shifted into a grin. “Yeah, I can eat something light though.”
“Then we’re going four-wheeling, right?”
The side eye she tossed my way this time caused me to laugh. When I revealed four-wheeling was one thing I wanted to do, she hadn’t been sold on the idea.
Dipping my head, I pecked her forehead before releasing her and grabbing her hand. I glanced toward the counter again and the guy behind it was now avoiding my eye.
“C’mon.” I tugged on her hand, leading us in the direction of the lockers so we could grab our things. There were a few stalls near us that sold food along with a couple restaurants.
“Wait!” Xylina called out after we got our stuff from our locker.
“What’s wrong?”
A shifty smile formed on her face and she pulled me toward the full body mirror not too far from us.
“Smile.” She grabbed my arm, wrapping it around herself and resting her hand on top of mine. She had her net wrap around her waist but kept her tank top off and I was only in my swimming trunks.
Xylina snapped a couple pictures, changing her face in each one. “Ugh, why are guys always so boring when it comes totaking pictures?” Her eyes were on her phone as she swiped. “Mhm, this is a good one, it’s getting posted.” Flipping her phone, she showed me the screen. The picture caught me off guard. While Xylina was grinning in the mirror with one of her arms lifted and wrapped around my neck, I was staring down at her with the corner of my lip tucked into my mouth. We looked like a real, happy couple.
I thought about when Reginae had shown me Xylina’s InstaFlik page and how much she posted me but never had one of the two of us together like this outside of our wedding.
“Send me that,” I told her, pulling my own phone from my drawstring bag.
At first she looked shocked by my request before smiling and nodding. It was time for me to face reality and admit to myself that I was starting to have authentic feelings for my wife.
“See, now aren’t you happy you listened to me and changed into the tan button up?” Xylina grinned from across the square table, bringing her glass of wine to her mouth and beaming at me over the rim.
Chuckling, I brought the last of my steak to my mouth, finishing it before answering. “It didn’t matter to me either way. It’s just the two of us.”
Xylina wore a white dress that tied around the neck, hugging her breasts, with her back out and white heels. I planned on wearing jeans and a regular T-shirt, but she’d shut me down instantly, insisting I wear black jeans with a tan, quarter sleeve button up, and white loafers.
“But we’re celebrating! I couldn’t look this good and allow you to look so basic.” Her nose balled up. “Plus, you should bring in your birthday in style.”
There were a couple hours until my birthday. Today was spent mostly outside of our room. After jet skiing and getting something light to eat, I was able to convince Xylina to go four-wheeling. Following that, we checked out some of the local shops and walked one of the trails closer to Lake Cashmere. Being outside this much wasn’t Xylina’s thing and it was obvious she was pushing herself out of her comfort zone, but besides a little pushback, she went along with everything I wanted to do. Part of me chose to continue the outdoor things just to see how far I could push her. I expected her to complain more or completely disagree, but surprisingly she didn’t. Since she complied, I went along with all the picture taking she wanted.
Overall it was a good day, one I didn’t know I’d needed until now. Soon as we got to the room, we didn’t hesitate to strip and head to the open air bath. While in the bath, I anticipated being inside Xylina. Seeing her all day with barely anything on, watching the sweat drip down her skin, had me wanting her. It felt like all the years of no sex was catching up to me and I found myself wanting her more and more. Maybe it was because of how needy, compliant, and vocal she became during sex that I couldn’t suppress my urges any longer. I wasn’t used to women who were so forward in bed, but oddly, I wasn’t mad. It turned me on even more. Sex never controlled me but Xylina made it more pleasurable than it had been with my previous partners. But just like the night before, she avoided sex. There was some fondling and foreplay, but that was as far as it went. Not too long after we finished, our food was brought to our villa and we sat down to eat.
“I wish we could have stayed longer. It’s so nice,” Xylina exclaimed, leaning back in her chair, smiling.
“Yeah, it is. You did good.” Xylina’s face lit up and she sat up straighter.
“Aren’t you glad you stopped hating me?” Her voice came out jokingly, but by how she was eyeing me, it was clear she was serious.
I shook my head. “I never hated you, Xylina.” I was serious and wanted her to realize that. As much as I disliked our situation, it wasn’t enough to hate her. For one, that took too much energy, and two, I was slowly realizing Xylina was the product of her environment.
Shifting her eyes to the side, she cleared her throat and waved me off. “Anyway, hold the praise because we’re not done yet.” She checked her phone and a mischievous expression shifted onto her face.
One of my brows cocked up as curiosity filled me. “What’s that mean?”
Pushing away from the table, she stood and my eyes instantly traced her body.
Xylina didn’t bother waiting for me to comment. She turned and started for the bedroom, but I wasn’t letting her get away that quick.
Quickly standing, I followed her, grabbing her just as she hit the wooden separator. Spinning her around, I pushed her against the separator and towered over her, resting my forearm above her, leaning in closely, and dipping my head slightly.
Her breathing changed as her chest rose and fell slowly and she gazed up at me with heat-filled eyes.
