Coffee Cup Confessions - Trish Williford Page 0,30

you, you bitch! You’re going to be in the warmth, having sex and sipping drinks with umbrellas!”

I laugh to myself. “I’ll take pictures for you!”

14

Jake

If someone had asked me about Curaçao a few months ago, my ignorance would have said it was a type of alcohol, not a country.

Although I love cold weather, the hot sun that Misha and I are greeted with it when we step off the shuttle bus and onto our resort is welcome.

Misha closes her eyes and puts her arms out to the sides. “Do you feel that?”

“The ocean breeze?”

“Warmth.” She giggles.

I grab her hand, and we walk up to the check-in desk, which is out in the open with the ocean directly behind it. It’s beyond beautiful here, and I can’t wait to spend this time with Misha.

“Hi, I’m Misha Gallagher. Checking in, please.”

The receptionist is a young female, late twenties, with long, dark braids and a bright white smile. “Good afternoon, Ms. Misha. Welcome to Curaçao. We are so pleased you and your husband have chosen to spend your honeymoon with us. Congratulations on your marriage.”

Misha and I frown at one another, and she’s about to correct the receptionist when she pulls out a bottle of champagne and two flutes.

“This is a gift from your friend Mr. Drew. He called and told us all about your exciting wedding, and we are thrilled to be your source of relaxation after such an eventful ceremony.”

Misha squeezes my hand, and I try not to laugh.

“Drew is so kind,” Misha offers.

“We have upgraded you to the honeymoon suite for no additional charge. We hope you enjoy your stay with us, and if there is anything we can do to make your honeymoon any more special than it already will be, please don’t hesitate to ask us.”

Misha takes the packet with all of our information and room keys, and we follow the bellhop to our room.

I lean down to Misha, so only she can hear me. “What the hell did Drew do?”

“I’m either going to murder him or give him a spa day. We’ll see in a minute,” she whispers.

The bellhop takes us to the top floor and opens the double doors to our room. “Welcome to the honeymoon suite. Enjoy your stay,” he says while he places the luggage inside.

He promptly leaves, and Misha and I grin at one another with just one look at our room.

We say in unison. “Spa day.” We determine.

“Since this is technically our honeymoon, I should carry you across the threshold.”

She squeals when I pick her up with ease and carry her into the foyer.

The room is absolutely magnificent. I’ve been in some fancy and regal places with CCI, but I have never stayed in a room this nice.

“Drew must have known that they would upgrade us if they heard it was a special occasion,” Misha says as she takes the room in.

The floor plan is spacious with modern furniture decorating the space. The living room walls can be slid opened to the outside to let in the ocean breeze or closed for privacy.

“Can you believe this place?” I ask in awe.

Misha retreats to the kitchen and looks in the refrigerator, which is completely stocked with liquor, beer, wine, and soda. “No, I can’t. This is like a dream.”

I follow her into the bedroom, which has a king-size bed in the middle of the room with way too many pillows. The bathroom is off the bedroom. A large white soaking tub sits in the middle of the room with windows overlooking the ocean. A large two-person walk-in rain shower is around the corner, and my mind goes to the fun that could happen in there. I quickly shut the thoughts down.

The balcony in our bedroom extends the entire length of the suite, giving panoramic views of the Caribbean Sea. Misha steps onto the balcony, and I watch the breeze blow through her hair.

She turns around and smiles. “Come here and check out this view!”

The view is fantastic but not as great as the one I was just observing. She has no idea how beautiful she is, which makes her even more attractive.

“Thank you,” she says out of nowhere.

“For?”

“Coming along with me. For being my friend and listening when I needed someone. For being you. I’m really happy I met you and that we’re taking things slow. I think we both need that after what we’ve been through.”

I kiss the top of her head and hug her to me. “Let’s leave home at home