“Your turn,” she commented, coming out of the bathroom fully dressed in a pair of jeans and a purple sweatshirt that hung off her body like a small tent.
“Thanks,” he replied, wishing like hell that she'd stayed in the tank top she wore to bed, only maybe shrinking it a size or two. Of course he had assessed her body the previous night because he'd never seen so much of it before. The one thing he knew for sure was that he loved the flawless pale skin that he now knew was the same on her supple thighs and shapely calves as it was on her perfect, beautiful face.
By the time he returned from performing his morning routine, Abby had her gorgeous wavy locks rolled up tight into her usual bun. “Come on Bibi,” he coaxed. “We're on vacation, you can let your hair down a bit.”
“Come on, for me. Just this once, let it down and see how you like it,” he begged.
“Sam don’t," she muttered. "I can’t, I’m sorry,”
“Sometime this cruise Bibi, I'll get you to wear it down.”
“Yeah, every night when I go to bed,” she muttered.
“I never knew you were such a smart ass. I like it! Must be your family’s influence. I'll have to thank them.”
“Don't you dare!” she exclaimed, smacking his arm
“Aww why not?”
“Because they will never let me live it down,” she said punctuating each word with a playful
Sam loved seeing her being so playful. He liked a playful Abby. A lot. How he was going to keep his hands to himself this entire trip was beyond him.
Abigail actually smiled at him before unwinding her hair and relaxing the bun to rest at the back of her neck instead of up high on her head. A few teasing tendrils fell out and hung down at the sides. “Is that better?” she asked.
“It’s a start,” he relented. “Now let’s go to breakfast.” He didn’t finish the rest of his sentence ‘before I wrap those tendrils of your gorgeous hair around my fingers and kiss you senseless’.
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