I Got You ~ C.B

FORTY-EIGHT

Back in the cave house, Colby sits me out on the deck and instructs
"Wait here. I'll come get you."
I blindly accept this term and sit patiently, listening to the waves and almost falling asleep. I can hear him making a drunken ruckus inside though, cupboards slamming, things dropping. I even hear him curse
"Ow- fuck!"
I laugh, questioning
"Colby? Are you dead?"
"Not yet!"
A couple minutes later, he emerges back into the deck and guides me back in by the hand. Right through the living room and into the kitchen, out into the pool area. He's a sweetheart, he lit all the different candles around the house and placed them all around the edge of the pool. I pout, turning to him
"You're the cutest."
We slip in together, forgetting to take my skirt off. It floats around us as he brings me into him again.
"I love you, Alaska. I always have."
I run my hand up over his chest, my hand slipping into his hair at the nape of his neck
"Colby... I love you. It's always been you. You know that?"
He kisses me again, moving me back against a wall of the cave. My legs wrap around his waist as he unties my skirt. It falls away, pushed aside in the water. It's eventuates, and we end up in the shower together. And after the shower, in our shared bed, without pyjamas. The world is balanced again, the roof ripping open so the stars can watch. I'm lost in him again, I'm home again.

We don't wake up until eleven the next morning, at least I do. Colby is still sleeping beside me. I smile, remembering the night before. That's a good sign, I can remember the night before. Oh God- the night before. Colby and I, just like we never broke up. You know who I never broke up with? Kian. Back home who I haven't spoken to for two days now. Oh God. Before I can sus out my thoughts, Colby's eyes open, landing on my eyes. He smiles instantly
"Morning honey."
I offer him a small smile
"Morning."
He kisses me, and I let him, feeling even more guilty. He asks
"Are we still doing brunch with the boys?"
I nod
"I think so."
He hums, sitting up, the sheet falling and pooling at his waist. He tells me
"We better get moving then."
I nod my agreement, sitting up too. I kiss him this time, and all trace of guilt is gone. It's Colby, it always has been. I'll just come clean to Kian when we get home. It's our last day here, we leave tomorrow. I'll be home soon. I'll be honest. He deserves that. But we're mature. We're both understanding. It will be fine. With Colby is where I'm meant to be. He slides off the bed, and I'm satisfied. Firm in my conviction. Thoughts processed, I slide off to get ready too.

After lunch, we hire ATVs and make our way over to Perivolos Beach. We decide on a beach day, a nice and relaxing end to our trip. Considering some of us are more hungover than others. Brennan got fucked in more ways than one, at least he can tick a Greek girl off his list. Heath just went crazy with the Ouzo again. Elton, like Colby and I, are okay. Colby and I were just intoxicated on each other. But still, we're going to take it easy. There's a beach bar at this beach too, and daybeds, for us to relax with and work on our tans. The ATVs are a fun touch too. I've blown through two Piña Coladas in the two hours we've been here so far, and Colby returns from the bar with another for me, joining me on my day bed behind me. I lean back against his chest, tilting my head back to kiss his jaw and thanking him.
"Efharistó."
He smiles, kissing me gently
"You're welcome."
We sit for a while longer, relaxing in the sun, listening to the waves before he asks
"So... Kian?"
I sigh, and sit up, looking over my shoulder at him.
"It's over as soon as I get home."
He questions
"What are you going to tell him?"
I shrug
"The truth."
I get what he's worried about. Colby and Kian are friends. It's not just me who could hurt him, it's Colby too. So what's better? Break up with Kian and hurt him but lie, or do the same thing but be honest? Colby nods, sighing
"Yeah."
He smiles over my face, running his hand though my hair
"Leave it to you to always be honest."
I kiss him again, and cover my hand over his heart
"It'll be okay."
He smirks
"Of course it will. Who could argue with those eyes."

For our last night in Greece, we want to have one as traditional and truly representative of the culture as they come. Heading down to a Taverna where Donna and Eros invited us to a family function. There's every food you could want, ever alcohol imaginable, and every Greek dance they try to teach us. It doesn't work, the teaching. We just try our best and go in the same direction everyone else does, but they don't mind. I think they find the three big dancing Americans quite entertaining. Tired, and tipsy, I take a seat back at the table again. Donna joining me
"Flowers more interesting than the party?"
I laugh, shaking my head
"No, I just got a familiar Ouzo head spin. But the flowers are lovely."
She hands me one out of the vase out of the centre of the tale
"They're Dahlia's."
"I know. They're my favourite."
She kisses my cheek, and asks
"So, are you an the blue haired boy on again?"
I shrug
"I'd say so, yeah."
She claps
"Splendid."
I'm not quite sure what happens then, but I'm swept up by the circle of patrons and thrusted into Colby's arms, Dahlia still clutched in my hand. They surround us, however Eros stands behind us, linking our arms and directing us around a table three times. Huh... weird dance. But either way, when we finish the third lap, everyone grabs a plate and smashes it, yelling
"Opa!"
Don't they do that when-?
"I think they just married us."
Colby leans closer to me to mention. I recall and episode of full house in which the same kind of thing took place. Oh God, I think I just got married.