Chapter 6
Trent zips up my luggage and sets it on the floor before giving me the handle. It was time to leave our little paradise vacation.
After sex at the pool with Zane, Trent got food in me and we snuggled in bed and reassured each other, whispering words of love until we both fell asleep.
The rest of the trip was relaxing and wonderful.
We talked for hours about the experience and what it meant for us, and I’m not sure yet what this weekend means for our marriage, but I feel more connected to Trent than I have in over a year.
The experience with Zane is the jolt our marriage needed, and we both have a spring in our step as we head to the elevator.
We saw Zane a couple more times over the weekend, but we only briefly talked to him and it was pleasant, like meeting an old friend. We found out he owns a couple of bars in Montana and was touring the Oregon Coast while on his first real vacation in years.
As we wait for the elevator, Zane’s deep, “Why hello,” makes us look at him, and we all laugh. He’s got a bag on his shoulder, and he’s clearly checking out as well. I slide my arm in Trent’s and he smiles down at me.
Another voice joins us. “Going up?”
Oh fuck, it’s Kurt. I lean against Trent and hide my head in his shoulder while Zane replies, “No.”
Kurt sighs. “I’ll wait. The ice machine broke on my floor so I had to come down here.” The sound of ice cubes rattle together, like he is shaking his container to prove he needed ice.
The doors open, and Trent and I get in while Zane follows behind and presses the button for the lobby. “Ah yeah, sorry. We’re going down. Good luck with that.”
I keep my head hidden until the door closes and we all go down together.
The End