My eyes open up to bright sunlight peeking into the room.

My body's resting on top of a muscular build and I didn't want to get up. The warmth between our two bodies is just too comfortable and my heart is full off of this moment alone. A smile is stuck on my face.

An acquainted scent of a musk and wood cologne makes my body tense up in happiness. This skin-to-skin contact sends shivers down my spine....or it could be the delicate touch of his hand moving down my backside.

There's so much to take in and I don't want it to overflow. I want it to just build up and keep it all to myself.

He's awake.

His heart is beating at a steady pace but speeds up once my arms wrap his hips tightly. I really don't want to let go.

His hand moves through my twists as the other one trails up and down my spine. I'm on a sensual high and just can't come down.

Along with the heartbeat, I hear a "What other eyes instantly wash away fear?"

A sense of fear strikes my heart as I continue listening to "What other lips send a heart beating into overdrive?"

Instantly, his heart speeds up in rhythm and so does mine in worry.

A kiss to my hand calms me down slightly until "With her eyes a look so tender. With her smile, a grin so majestic...."

I want to stay here forever but I know I can't.

"An instant touch, a collection of soft clouds. How do you do it, Journee?"

I wake up in a cold sweat and I'm heavily breathing. I look around and I'm reminded of where I am, realizing that the man laying beside me does not write poetry.

What the hell, J? Where did that dream come from?

Maybe it wasn't a dream. Maybe it was just...memories.

That same poem made me fall in love, opening up another side of me that I never thought anyone would have access to.

Fuck, I need to go back home.

Sitting up in the bed, my eyes look over at my snoring husband and remember how my evening went.

What was supposed to be special turned out to be the complete opposite. It was the first time I witnessed that Davin couldn't perform well in bed.

He tried but he was the only one enjoying every second. Speaking of seconds, that's how long it lasted. He couldn't even last for 30 minutes. We didn't even look at each other and that's probably how he got his fill.

He went straight to sleep afterwards. He didn't hold me or kiss me like he used to. He never even told me he loved me.

I sigh at the flashback to the nightmare that was last night. Eventually, I get up and wrap a robe around my naked body just to open the curtains up to a beautiful, warm beach day.

The ocean waves good morning as it crashes into the sand. The healthy green trees sway in the breeze and the sun shines over the area. The sight of it all is just beautiful and I grow a want to walk the sandy floors. I want to leave my footprints in the sand and enjoy the warmth from the sun.

Surely, Davin wouldn't want to go. Didn't he say that he had other plans for Hawaii?

This is so ridiculous. I don't have to wait on him...

And I won't.

I look through my luggage, in search of a one-piece bathing suit that Cass picked out for me. I smile, thinking about how it came to be mine. Cass is such a mess. She bought it in red because she thought I'd make a good model once we got here.

Was last night's entanglement a message for me? Maybe we just need some space away from each other.

I dress myself in this dark red gift from Cass and brush my teeth. While brushing, I study my entire body. The discoloration in my skin, the bags under my eyes the weight loss, the acne.

Could this all be part of stress? Could it be the reason why Davin's look at other women? It couldn't be.

I wash my face, apply a little bit of red lipstick to my lips, and throw a shawl on over my body. Completing my look with a large sunhat, I grab my beach bag and walk out the suite.

Breakfast sounds so good right now.

Walking through the resort, I watch all of these happy couples sashay around the place in their robes, just so glad to be spending time with each other. They come in colors and genders and it brings joy to my heart until it doesn't.

It tears me down a bit because that's all I want in my life. I just want to be happy in my marriage. I can't keep giving 150% of me and he only gives me 45%. It's not fair to me and I'm getting tired.

I find some shades in my purse and put them on before anybody sees me shed a tear. There's a few people in the dining area but not too many. It's still a bit early so there'll be a few more people showing up to eat.

Once I get to the buffet, I order a mimosa and fill my plate with hashbrowns, sausage, French toast, eggs, and a waffle. I'm so hungry that I could eat a giraffe.

Sitting down in a booth by myself, I enjoy my food and glance at a message from Angie. Pictures of her with Noah and Nyla playing in the pool makes me smile. I love to see my babies happy. That's a genuine smile on Noah's face. I'm sure if he can't talk to me, he can surely talk to his Auntie Angie.

There's no worries about them being with her because she loves them so much and I know they're in good hands.

"Journee? Girl, is that you?"

Well, there goes my smile.

Something told me to not look up because my face tells all and my face is covered by my sunhat. But does my dumb ass listen? Hell no.

I look up just to see the root of all evil.

"Kyra...not shocked to see you here...the same time I am." I smile tightly, wanting to get up and leave but I figured I should be nice.

I guess some people never change because "You shouldn't be. However, I am surprised to see you here. It's like you're stalking us or something but I'll look on the bright side. Your husband must've hit the lottery. Congrats, girl!"

That little chuckle annoys the hell out of me. I refuse to entertain her any longer. I go back to looking at my phone and cover my face again.

This bitch has the audacity to pull a chair up to my booth and sit at the table. On instinct, I lift my head and look at her confused. She's bold as hell.

"I know it's unusual of me but I just want say that I'm glad you're here. Maybe we can start all over and be friends. We've both turned over new leaves, right?"

She must be out of her mind if she thinks we'll ever be friends. She better be lucky I ain't hit her yet for bothering me.

Sighing at the thought of her words, I eat my food and give her an aggressive look. She looks at me shook.

"Alright, so we got off on the wrong foot. We were just in love, that's all. Since we bumped into each other now, I figure that it's time for us to make amends. It's got to be fate, you know?"

Fate lied to this bitch.

The waitress brings my mimosa and I inhale that shit, thinking about what she said.

Yeah, she's gotta be on something if she believes it's that easy to get on my good side.

Then again, God don't like ugly and we are adults. If I'm gonna stop being angry, I need to forgive her at least. I don't have to be her friend.

"Fine, Kyra. I forgive you..."

She smiles and holds her hand out for me to shake. I take her hand in mine but I pull her close to me and I say "But if you even think to fuck up my trip, I promise this will be the last trip you'll be standing on. I got enough shit going on. I ain't got time to wipe up someone else's shit."

Her body shakes as I continue with my threat.

"Stay on your side and we stay on ours. Do you got me?"

She nods vigorously then let her go. Ain't no friendship going on between us but we can still squash this unnecessary beef we got.

Sitting down slowly, she looks at me with widened eyes and holds her glass of orange juice tightly.

Somebody's spooked...

Good.

After a while, she opens her lips to say "Well, since you know that this is a couples' hotel, you must know that Tripp-"

"Aye, keep all that to yourself. I don't wanna know. If you're gonna sit here, your best bet is to shut the hell up.

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Do y'all think Journee was being a little rude or was it because she didn't get broke off well last night?

Or could it be because she may be jealous of Kyra? Let me know your thoughts!

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