awry" I surprise myself at how easily the words flow from my lips, even though after this mornings events I am anything but convinced that that was Marcus's true intention.
"That's exactly what we thought" Clara agrees happily, clearly blinkered by her own love for her children; but this is not the time and it's certainly not my place to argue. They are happy with believing that, so I have to be happy with dropping it now.
"Well that was all we needed" Tom advises standing to go "we just wanted to hear it from you" Clara and I follow suit, standing to attention, before they head to the door. They both give me a surprisingly vigorous hug as they pass, I can't help but chuckle inwardly at how easily pleased they are. I'm starting to understand how Carlos and Marcus could have had this on going feud for so long, without them being aware of just how serious it was. All they would have had to do is say it's fine and their parents would seemingly have blindly accepted it. but who am I to judge, every family has it's issues, each to their own I guess.
The whole conversation took less than ten minutes in total, so I busy myself cleaning up the kitchen while I wait for Carlos to return. No more than five minutes later, he bursts through the door, all gallant, ready to save me from some unknown terror, but seeing his parents gone and me none the worse for it, he relaxes. "Well? what did they say?" he asks eager to know the details of our private rendezvous.
"Never you mind, nosey" I tease, chucking the wet sponge I've been using to wipe the surfaces, at him. He jumps to the side so it sails right past him, landing with a squelch on the tiled floor.
"Oh come on, I've been dying to know!" he whines, picking up the sponge and closing the gap between us. Shaking my head I run my fingers across my lips and rotate them at the end, flicking my fingers away, signalling that my lips are sealed.
"I was afraid you might be like this" he says playfully. Quick as a cat he grabs me, squeezing the wetness out of the sponge and down my back "AH!" I scream, squirming to get away, but achieving nothing. As his fingers find my sides I relent "OK, OK, I'll tell you" I manage between laughing and screaming.
He stops his attack, but keeps his hold on me, just in case I dare to change my mind. "It was nothing" I admit, "they just wanted to check that Marcus had lied and they were happy that it was all just make believe."
“Classic, my parents can't cope with any kind of problem, so as long as you say it's fixed their happy!” I had already figured out this much, but it's not often that Carlos divulges information about his family, so I'll take what I can get.
“Well I'd rather that than they hate me too” I say, more to myself than anyone.
“No one hates you” Carlos defends me automatically, “And anyone that does obviously doesn't know you like I do” I'm still folded in his arms as he begins to turn us in slow circles, while listing my qualities.
“You're sweet” he says followed by a kiss to my forehead, “And caring” with a kiss to my nose, “And feisty” kissing my chin, making me giggle “And Sexy” finishing with a long kiss on the lips. He looks into my eyes and stops moving us round, I'm expecting him to make his move, but he just stands there, staring at me.
“And I'm....” he prompts finally, fishing for me to return the compliment.
“Oh!” I laugh only just cottoning on to my supposed part in this, “You are all of the above as well as being brave and protective and everything I've ever dreamed of!” I'm rewarded with another kiss and a cheeky grope.
“So what do you want to do with the rest of today?” Carlos asks.
“I don't know, what are my options?”
“We could go swimming, or fishing, or go do something outside of the resort?” he offers, but nothing is more captivating to me than being with him, preferably naked.
“Or we could stay here and christen every room?” I suggest slyly.
“That is the best idea you've ever had” he growls sexily, lifting me onto the worktop I've just cleaned, “hows this for starters?” in answer to his question I rip off my