2. Ace
Two
Ace
I spin in a circle for my boyfriend.
“You look cute!”
It’s odd being in board shorts, a white top and the matching over shirt. I almost miss my fancy clothes. But what he says, goes.
“Don’t forget your sunglasses,” he adds.
I do as I’m told and clip them around the collar of my tee.
Oliver laying in the bed dampens my excitement to leave the room and explore with him.
“Can you stop looking so cuddly?” I ask, fighting the urge to strip.
He laughs and it’s so nice to see the sadness lifted from his face. I can tell he’s been struggling since having to delay starting school and everything with his parents.
“I’m serious, Ollie,” I say, throwing myself on the bed next to him. “You’re destroying my resolve to be productive today.”
We only have a couple days here and I want him to get his mind off all the craziness.
Instead of helping, he burrows his head into the pillow and gives me the sweetest expression.
I want to ask him how he’s doing, if he wants to talk about anything. I opt to pull him from the bed, fearful of bringing the fog back now that it’s finally cleared.
“Let’s go get ice cream.”
“Okay!”
I laugh.
We race to the door and once down the stairs, we go hand in hand around the resort. I try to ignore the budding nerves that people will see us and recognize us.
With my free hand I put on my sunglasses and decide to buy a fedora or some sort of hat when we get to the little store.
“This place is huge,” Oliver says in wonder.
I thought it’d be sad bringing him to one of the last places I spent time with my parents and Hannah before she died. I’m worried more emotions will come later, for now though, it’s magical.
“Do you want to look at all the pools first or-”
He cuts me off. “Ice cream, please.”
“Okay,” I say, trying not to laugh at him and his goofy smile.
As if I don’t keep ice cream stocked in the kitchen for him at all times.
I’m no longer paying him to be my assistant, but I make sure to keep all his favorite snacks on hand.
We wander the side walks until we find the big market building. The automatic doors open and we’re blasted with central air. It’s chilling after walking out in the sun. Plus I’m wearing a lot less clothes than normal.
To the left is the ice cream counter and Oliver breaks away to go get some and I head to the hats.
I try on a few and settle on a tan fedora with a white band. I sigh as I look in the mirror. There’s no way this will camouflage me, not when I’m walking around with Oliver. He’s not only adorable, but extremely sweet.
Despite being a little shy, there’s something magnetic about him and people seem to remember him. Of course it’s part of what I adore about him, but so does the public. Specifically paparazzi.
I join him at the counter and wrap my arm around his waist as he waits for his cone.
“The hat looks good,” he says to me.
“Thanks.”
I lean down and he tilts his head up for a kiss.
I keep it short despite wanting more. My dick twitches in my shorts and I try to think of other things to make it go away. Like what I have planned for Saturday.
Oliver grabs his ice cream cone from the friendly worker and they end up in a long exchange.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I take it out and glance at the name. It’s Hannah.
Oliver is still preoccupied so I open the text.
Hannah: How are you two settled in?
Me: Good
Hannah: ew, why are you texting back so fast? Go have fun with your bf
Me: … why did you text me then?
Hannah: To let you know everything is going to plan
“Who’s that?” Oliver asks.
I jump and almost fumble my phone. “Uh, Hannah,” I say, flashing him the screen quickly. “She’s being nosey.”
He doesn’t even bother to look at the message, just says, “She’s so funny.”
“Yeah,” I say, snapping my phone closed and shoving it in my pocket.
We continue our tour as he licks away at the mint green ice cream. It looks disgusting but I keep my thoughts to myself.
Then I picture that he’s doing to me what he’s doing to the cone and I fight back a creeping blush.
Thankfully he doesn’t seem to notice and I try to push those thoughts away.
“Should we go check out the naked pool?” He asks, gesturing for the door.
“Oh?”
“Just let me eat this quickly so I don’t lose my appetite.”
I laugh and we leave hand in hand.
At one point we’re surrounded by palm trees and he pulls out his phone to take a selfie while licking his cone, then another with the brightest smile. I kiss his cheek and he snaps one more.
We stop to put our feet in the water. He snaps a photo of that as well and he posts all four photos to Instagram.
“Now people might realize we’re here,” I warn.
“Oh…”
Regret ruins the moment.
“Don’t worry about it, I’m fine with it,” I tell him.
There’s the question of if I’m sure when he looks at me next.
“Yes, please. I want you to do whatever you want and not feel uncomfortable.”
“Okay,” he says with a smile.
Taking out his phone, he starts uploading the photo and shows me the caption before posting.
It says: Palm trees, kisses and cones, what could be better?
It’s so him. And I absolutely love it, just as I love him.
“It’s perfect.”