We were stuck in that bathroom for 15 hours straight. Kyra washed her face and had to wipe her face off with tissue. We laughed it off and fell asleep in the bathroom for a few hours. Then, we talked about our relationship. She finally found some time to hear how unhappy I am in the relationship.

"We're definitely in a rough part of our marriage. This is just a trial though; it's a test. I refuse to let this lifestyle get in the way any longer. We were meant to be together so our marriage should come first no matter what. I love you so much and I'm willing to do all I can to show you that we can make this work."

This was shocking as hell. It took us being locked in a bathroom for us to sit down and have a conversation about our marriage?

I guess it's better late than never, right?

We sat on the floor and cuddled until we landed. The flight attendant finally let us out after Kyra's manager went off about us being locked in there.

We arrive in Maui, Hawaii and the airport seems like any other airport with its fast-food and sit-down restaurants, small coffee venues, and gift shops everywhere.

It ain't as poppin' as we thought it would be around here. We're so used to seeing the hustle and bustle of an airport but this is more mellow.

I grab our bags from the carousel and meet up with the crew by the coffee shop. Of course, Kyra's paying no attention and taking pictures instead. She's a tourist, thrilled to see everything.

"Alright, everybody. We may be in a different state but that doesn't change how the show works. It's all about Kyra and Tripp. Let's roll out."

Well, that private plane ride was fun while it lasted. Back to a life in front of the cameras.

I sigh in disappointment, thinking about how our personal space would be invaded all over again. Listening in on conversations and taping us everywhere we go.

Kyra takes my hands in hers and moves closer to me, just to whisper "Trust that this isn't over. Just wait 'til we get to the suite. You have a surprise in store for you."

As I'm looking into her eyes, my lower muscles tense up at the graze of her fingertips against my rising pipe.

She's playing a dangerous game right now and better stop before she gets it right here in this airport. Then again, everybody else in the world would see that so I take that back.

I'm feeling real good right now but walking beside Kyra isn't an option right now. She walks in front of me, protecting my hard on from the cameras, until we get to the white stretch limo.

It takes us a good 20 minutes to reach the large resort surrounded by swaying palm trees and other greenery. I'm mesmerized by all of the nature that protects this lovely space.

Kyra's resting on my shoulder and holding onto my arm as an overwhelming sense of peace takes over. Everything about this place is just pleasing to the eye and we haven't seen the inside yet.

"Welcome to Hotel Wailea. We're excited to get a tour in for you guys but I'll give you guys the quick rundown," Lina, Kyra's manager announces as she opens the doors.

A hostess greets us and we're introduced to the hotel all over again.

"Aye, we're glad y'all are here but don't forget that we're here too," Ryker says as he and his wife walk into the lobby.

Kyra rushes over and embraces Darian while my eyes follow this big ass cone-shaped roof and the bricked pillars holding it up. It's all astonishing.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're here too. Whoopie. Let's get you guys checked in before the tour starts," Lina says as we walk over to the receptionist.

Our bags are put on the luggage cart and are taken to our rooms before we even get up there. Lina passes out the room keys and we start on the tour with the hostess.

We tour the lounge, one of the community pools, the marvelous restaurant scene, and more but Ryker and I think of doing something else after a while.

"Bro, let's ditch the tour and check out the suites. Then, meet me in the lobby so we can head out for some drinks. They gotta have some good bartenders around here because this place is sharp!"

Can't help but agree with him. This place is really nice but we got to change before we go off anywhere. I don't want to walk around in the same clothes I was locked up in the bathroom in.

After unlocking the door to the suite, I enter and I'm struck with wonder.

The low lighting sets the tine for the rustic suite. The balcony is protected by white rails and decorative flowers but it opens up to a plethora of matured trees, a peaceful breeze, and a calm ocean. The living room gives off the feeling of home with its cream-colored walls, minimalism paintings on the wall, pillows of dark oranges and yellows, and a bottle of champagne with a lovely note on the table.

The vibe is nice and I use this time to take in the atmosphere. A whiff of ocean air passes by and I'm taken back home. It makes me feel good inside.

I had my doubts but there's hope in my heart now. It's gonna be a great trip with Kyra. No matter what happens, I have a good feeling that Kyra and I will repair our relationship throughout this trip.

A pair of hands mysteriously crawl across my chest and a head rests on my back. Instantly, I touch on those hands while the sweet smell of peaches and cream pass by my nostrils, melting my insides.

"You got somewhere to be, my love?"

Her hands run up my chest as she holds me from behind. It has to be the mood because I'm feeling over the moon right now. The blood in my body rushes towards my lower region and it grows a bit.

"Not at all, babe. What's up?"

Yeah right. Lie again, buddy. Like Ryker ain't waiting outside for you. Get it together, man.

Look here, after Kyra and I got stuck in the bathroom, I've been stuck in this fantasy that I don't want to end. It's a feeling that's been long overdue. It's been a while since she's called my name and I spring into action. It's been a long time since she's sent a shiver down my back.

She's making an effort now and I need to stir my attention to that. What if this goes away and I'm stuck in our old habits again? It could just be the aesthetic of the vacation or whatever, but I'll take this over what we had back home any day. It could be a pivotal moment in our marriage.

That means, if I have to skip a quick drink with Ryker just to get a little love from my wife, so be it.

"Please sit down" a soft, seductive sound lingers from her lips and I quickly obey.

Caught in her trance, I find myself getting comfortable in the living room recliner. In comes Kyra with a robe on. In my mind, I'm hoping there's nothing up under that robe.

She steps in my direction, taking her time with each step, and whispering "Take me, my love. Do whatever you want to do to me."

Eventually, she reaches me and she leans in for a kiss. As our lips touch, a shock sends itself throughout my body.

So vulnerable, open, and exposed once that robe comes off. It's the most vulnerable I've seen her be.

Happily obliging to her explicit demands, I pull her into my lap and begin attacking her neck with my lips. The overwhelming scent of those peaches are enticing to say the least. My hands massage and rest on her body, transferring body heat and the burning fire inside me to her.

I'm sent into overdrive with the taste of her sweet cherry lips and her light moans. Our eyes meet as we capture this intimate moment. Being skin-to-skin is overwhelming in the worst way.

With all this excitement, I pick her up and almost get to the room until a hard knock hits the door.

Of all the damn times you could knock, you choose NOW to knock? What's so damn important that y'all have to interrupt our intimate moment?

Kyra's laughing in my arms as I'm watching the door with frustration in my eyes.

I know who's at the door and why they're there. I know that I agreed to go out for drinks with this person...

However, there's been a change in plans.

Kyra gets down and goes to answer the door. I take a deep sigh and rub my face. I forgot that Kyra doesn't know about those plans.

Then again, I can always tell him that Kyra wants me back in the suite and catch him tomorrow.

That's the plan.

Once Kyra answers the door, she rolls her eyes and looks at me.

"Babe, you promised to go drinking with Ryker tonight? I thought you said you had nothing planned."

When my eyes catch a glance at that open door, Ryker's arms are folded and he's giving me a defensive face.

Damn it, Ryker.

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Hey, everybody!

Tell me what y'all think of this chapter.

Should Kyra and Tripp still be together? Or are they trying too hard?

See you in the next chapter!