The Lover

i

You look like you’re

e even noticed something was bothering me. He’s been so checked o

Cannon. Jus

s closer together. When I booked it, I thought that time away from his job and the office would help him f

promised he would leave his work back in Florida. Each call comes

marriage. Each day, I’ve worn sexy dresses and tiny bikinis to the pool. I scheduled

e days is work. When someone from th

d, checking his phone and laptop. But all I find are texts and emails abou

would make me feel like the prettiest girl in the room. His warm smile would wrap me in a hug, and I was content, knowing h

rgeous. Don’t let your

t,” I t

of others. I’m nervous that my job isn’t the only part of myself I’m losing. I’m scared Cannon will be next if we can’t fix this.

e of my identity is lost. Without Cannon, my world is turned upside down. Another job, I can find. I’ve had several over

checking his phone the second his ass hits the towel. I wish I

’d be like if he had a smattering of hair there. Always clean-shaven, he doesn’t go more than two weeks without a stop at the barber. I used to love how much

take advantage of the hot tub for a little wh

th the beach al

six, but who cares if it’s

nd is better,” I tell him as my f

feel his lips on mine. But that little bit of hesitation on his

I whisper. “

of us

d to press his lips to mine in a gentle, chaste kiss, followed by a deeper one with a litt

he says as he checks to se

ght makes my heart race so fast that my pulse pounds in my eardrums. Cannon’s never been big on public disp

soft peck isn’t nearly enough to satisfy the warmth

you wanted

me.” I take his hand and place

own. We can’t

badly enough. If he want

he waistband of his board

ou want me

at I almost believe him. “But we’re at the beach.

appearances and lead with his body instead of his mind. All I want is for him to cut l

again, checking the tim

my flip-flops smacks me in the back of my legs and sticks to my lotioned-up body. I know the perfect place to tr