This Love is Ours

Chapter 35: The World is Ours

{Abigail}

I roll over, my eyes falling upon Patrick.

He sleeps on his back, eyes closed gently.

His eyelashes are sweet, and his blonde curls are slightly messy.

The sheet is pulled up to his hips, revealing his toned, muscular stomach.

I smile, moving closer to him.

I lie on my side, resting my cheek in the nook of his shoulder.

He stirs slightly in his sleep, as his arms wrap around me.

His hand rests on my ass, through the sheet.

I giggle to myself, biting my lip.

The sheet is pulled around my naked body, covering me like a strapless dress would.

I smile, reminiscing through last night.

Patrick's fast hands, his fingers moving in beautiful patterns in the spot between my legs, his tongue running along my bare stomach, and of course, the moment we were connected as one.

Patrick and I had sex last night.

The first time of the honeymoon, to be honest.

It was beautiful.

It always is, with Pat.

Yesterday, Patrick and I went on a snorkel cruise, for most of the day.

It was amazing, and the water was clear and perfect.

I had a blast, and so did Patrick.

Yesterday evening, Patrick and I went out for dinner to some Thai restaurant (that was really good, actually), and then came home and went out to the water again.

It's like we can't get enough of that ocean.

It was dark, by the time we got back, and so the two of us went skinny dipping in the water.

After skinny dipping, Patrick and I made our way upstairs, where he made love to me in our bedroom.

It was an ideal night.

It's Thursday, August 25, about 10:30 in the morning.

Today, Patrick and I are going zip-lining.

I'm extremely excited for that, because that has always been something that I have wanted to do.

Our zip-line adventure doesn't start until 1:00, so we aren't leaving here for another two hours.

Patrick cocoons me in his arms, and I simply watch him sleeping.

It's always fascinated me.

I could never imagine my life without being able to watch this boy sleep.

After about half an hour, Patrick slowly begins to wake up.

He groans softly, and then flutters his eyelids open.

The blue in his eyes are just as brilliant as the blue in the ocean outside.

"Morning, sleepyhead." I giggle, looking up at him.

He blinks a few times, looking down at me.

"Hey beautiful." He laughs, pulling me closer to him.

His hand squeezes my ass, and I giggle, biting my lip.

He moves slightly, wincing.

"Sore?" I ask, smirking.

His blue eyes dart over to me, a small smirk crawling across his face.