March 10th, 2020
After an intense shower, Edward and Bella ate breakfast. He crashed almost immediately, sprawled across the king-sized bed, naked as the day he was born. Bella stayed up while her hair dried, blogging about the start of the journey. She posted pictures from the airports, images from the drive to the resort and handful of her and Edward. She also shared her stresses about going on this trip with Edward.
She was excited and eager to go on the trip with someone she cared about, but she was terrified that he’d see her as a fuck up. Not that she’d admit that. She kept everyone at arm’s length so she couldn’t get hurt or have her trust destroyed by someone who was supposed to love her.
The only person she trusted was Miss Alice.
Miss Alice and Bella talked about her concerns the night before Bella left, but it did little to put her at ease. Did she trust him? A little bit, but she was still terrified that he’d hurt her. If that happened, it would destroy her. She could not handle another person who cared about her, who she cared about as well, betray her trust.
This was new territory for Edward, as well. He was excited to have Bella all to himself for a week, sharing her love of traveling. He wanted more of this with her. He did, however, see that Bella was holding something back, protecting herself from something.
“Beautiful?” Edward’s raspy voice broke her reverie. He stepped onto the patio, wearing a pair of low-slung shorts, displaying that sexy ‘v’ that led to his cock. “I thought you were going to come to bed.”
“Sorry,” she said, closing her computer and setting it to the side. “I was just blogging about the first part of our trip, the flights, the trip to the resort and initial thoughts about São Paulo.”
He blinked sleepily at her, shuffling toward her. “Come on, Bella,” Edward gently coaxed, pulling on her hand. She put the computer on the table, allowing him to drag her back to the bedroom. “You promised to come to bed.” His fingers grazed along her arms before he found the hem of her tank top. He pulled it up and over head. “Naked, remember?”
“How can I forget? But, I believe that you need to be naked, too,” Bella teased, tugging down his shorts. “Easy access, and all that.”
“There’s my pervy girl,” Edward quipped, pulling Bella into the bed.
They fell asleep, curled around each other, in a tangle of naked limbs.
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