Molly:He called to say jon and kevin from high school are dating!
Alyssa:!!!
Dezzie:I always thought they had a thing
Molly:Me toooooo
I wish Seth were here so I could gloat to his face.
But he’s not. Sebastian is here. And he is walking toward me, clad in a fluffy white robe.
He flops down next to me. “Hey, babe.”
“Hey. How was your massage?”
“So great.”
He removes his robe to reveal his perfect, massage-oiled musculature and takes his sunscreen, giant water bottle, and book out of his tote bag. He only reads self-help books about woo-woo shit like manifesting, as far as I can tell.
“What do you want to do for dinner tonight?” I ask. “Shall we go into town? I heard the food at Dahlia is incredible.”
He puts his hand on my thigh. “Why don’t we stay in and order room service?”
He means stay in and have sex in our suite. Which we also did last night.
This is not unappealing, but people can both eat food in a restaurant and have sex in one evening.
“Let’s at least check out one of the restaurants here at the hotel,” I counter. “The sushi place has omakase.”
Sushi is one of the few foods Sebastian eats other than chicken breast.
He squeezes my thigh. “Sure, babe.”
“I’ll walk over and make a reservation.”
It’s nice to move my legs after an entire day rotting in the sun on a chaise lounge. I always think I like vacations where you do nothing but sit by the pool. And then, after about one day, I start losing my mind.
I make our dinner reservation with the concierge. And then, on impulse, I ask, “Are there any day trips or excursions you would recommend for tomorrow?”
“We’re just at the end of the whale migration season,” she says. “We offer a fabulous two-hour whale-watching trip that leaves at ten in the morning.”
Whales! The marine biologist I aspired to be in fourth grade does a backflip.
“Fantastic. Can you book it for me? Two people?”
“Of course, madam.”
I walk back to the pool, unnerved that a young woman called me “madam,” but pleased with myself for concocting an adventure.
“So we’ve got a table for dinner at eight,” I tell Seb. “And guess what?”
He looks up from his book on crystals, or whatever. “What, babe?”
“I booked us a whale-watching tour!”
He wrinkles his beautiful top lip. “On a boat?”
“Uh… yes.”
