When it comes to relationships, timing, is in fact, a really big bitch.
Why? Because two people can be so, so compatible. They can have the same interests, want the same things out of life, and have undeniable chemistry. But the one thing they don't...
"So.. good" Laura breathed out- her eyebrows arched together almost desperately.
Their date night, turned out to be the most romantic date she'd ever been on.
They'd dined together in the rooftop of an expensive hotel, the old music in the background really setting the scene, then later had taken a stroll along the beach, only to pass out drunk and happy next to each other- she still wasn't sure how they'd made it to their hotel- she was just happy that they had, and no paparazzi had documented the whole thing.
A small thing that made her happy, was when she saw a picture of herself on his Instagram story later on - one he seemed to have taken at the hotel while she appreciated the decor.
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Today had been a different type of bliss.
While they did wake up slightly hangover, a little bit of time at the beach that included tanning, drinking cold drinks, and lots, lots of giggling as they played in the water, and way too much ass grabbing, had cured a bit of that pain.
They'd taken a shower right after they went back to their room, and Laura had layed down to watch a show- even had some snacks ready to go at her side of the bed.
She'd gotten a little sunburnt around her shoulders and face, (which was why Ross even pushed for them to get to the hotel a little earlier), but she'd freshened those sunburnts with cream, which felt like heaven, so she wasn't complaining anymore.
There was nothing like that feeling of coming from a day at the beach, to lay there and rest, clean and freshened up, with her favourite snacks and a good movie on.
Ross had a bit of a different idea to hers when it came to the definition of resting, as just a few minutes into her laying there, he'd come in from his shower, only wearing a pair of black boxer briefs, and with his hair slightly wet, and opened her legs wide.
She was only wearing one thing: a bathrobe - and as his mouth whispered sweet nothings to her, her snacks, movie and sunburnt shoulders had been completely forgotten.
It was then, when she heard her phone ring.
Turning her head to look at the nightstand, she didn't even try to reach for it, deciding to let it ring.
The last thing on her mind was answering a damn phone call.
Ross lifted his head as he got on top of her- untying her bathrobe slowly.
