Page 2 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

I love it when he gives in to his impulses and just thinks about him and me.

It’s so crazy.

I’m so head over heels in love.

The song Dexter dedicated to us at our wedding comes on. Eric comes down off the stool, and right there, in the middle of the bar at the beach, not caring about the tourists, completely besotted, we dance before an audience of jealous women as Luis Miguel sings.

Oh God...what a moment!

This is what I want, for everyone to let Eric and me be happy—actually, for us to let ourselves be happy. Because if we’ve learned anything, it’s that we’re fire and water, and although we love each other madly, we’re always charged, ready to go off.

We haven’t fought since the wedding though. We’re both on a cloud and just kiss, whisper sweet nothings, and devote ourselves to each other.

Hooray for the honeymoon!

The song keeps playing, and we keep dancing. We enjoy the moment. We forget about the world and gaze at each other adoringly.

His blue eyes cut right through me, and he tells me how much he loves me and wants me, and when the song is over, my husband, my lover, my crazy love, kisses me. Settling me back on the stool, he whispers just a few inches from my mouth.

“Like the song says, I’m going to love you my whole life.”

Mother of God...he’s so beautiful. I just want to eat him up bit by bit!

Five minutes later, after we’ve exhausted ourselves with sweet caresses and cuddles, and under the indiscreet eyes of the women watching us at the bar, I ask, “Was that Dexter you were talking to on the phone?”

“No, Dexter’s business partner. He wants us to meet tomorrow at his office to take care of a few things.”

“Where’s his office?”

“About thirty minutes from here. At Carmen Beach. So, tomorrow morning we’ll—”

“We?” I cut him off. “No, no...you mean you. I’d rather stay here.”

Eric raises an eyebrow.

“Alone?” he asks.

The look on his face amuses me.

“Eric, I won’t be alone. The hotel is full of people and so are the beaches.”

He furrows his brow. The return of the Iceman!

“You’ll be by yourself, Jude, and that doesn’t please me.”

I laugh aloud.

“My love—”

“No, Jude, you’ll come with me. I’ve seen too many predators hunting for pretty women, and I’m not going to let them have mine,” he says, quite seriously.

That makes me laugh even more. Obviously, he isn’t amused. I love his jealous side, and, getting up from the barstool, I put my arms around his neck.

“I’m not interested in a single predator except you! So, chill because I know how to take care of myself. In any case, if I know you, you’ll be up at the crack of dawn, right?” My sweet thing nods and circles my waist with his arms yet again. “I don’t want to get up early. I want to sleep and sunbathe until you get back. What’s the problem?” I ask.

“Jude...”

I kiss him. I love kissing him.

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