Chapter 25: Morning Reflections

The room was quiet, save for the low hum of the ceiling fan and the soft rustling of linen as the early sun crept across the bed. The sheets were tangled and damp with the sweat of the previous night’s exertions, wrapped loosely around the three sleeping bodies. Arms and legs were draped over one another, a mess of skin and satisfaction.

Kacie stirred first, slowly blinking into the gentle morning light. Her limbs felt heavy, her thighs aching, her core sore in a way that only came from being well and thoroughly fucked. She smiled to herself, quiet and satisfied, then carefully untangled her arm from around Faith and slipped free from the bed.

Padding softly into the ensuite, she closed the door behind her and relieved herself. At the sink, she brushed her teeth and splashed cool water over her face, gazing into the mirror. Her hair was a wild tangle, her skin bore faint traces of lips and fingers, and her lips still tingled from last night’s kisses. There was no regret—only a warm, satisfied ache and the lingering pulse of something more.

As she stepped back into the bedroom, she paused to look at Paul and Faith. They were still fast asleep, wrapped around each other, peaceful and beautiful. A wave of emotion hit her. This had been more than just pleasure. There was a connection here. Something tender beneath all the lust. She wasn’t sure if they felt it too, but she found herself hoping they did.

She dressed quietly in a soft t-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts. Her body still felt loose and languid, but the morning air called to her. She stepped outside into the cabana’s private yard, the early sun warm on her skin, and pulled out her phone.

Room service answered promptly. She requested coffee—strong and black—along with a mix of fresh juices, fruit, pastries, and local breakfast favorites. She asked that it be delivered through the side gate to avoid waking the couple.

Hanging up, she settled into a lounge chair by the pool, legs stretched out, face tilted to the rising sun. She closed her eyes and let herself breathe, soaking in the stillness.

It wasn’t long before the quiet was broken by the soft creak of the gate and the gentle clinking of trays being set down. The scent of fresh coffee filled the air, mingling with mango and freshly baked pastries. She thanked the staff quietly and, with a smile, returned to her seat.

For now, she let them sleep.

As she sipped her coffee, she heard the soft sound of someone stirring inside the cabana. A few moments later, Paul emerged, barefoot and wearing only a swimsuit, his hair slightly tousled, a soft smile playing on his lips.

His eyes landed on the carafe of coffee, then on Kacie. He walked over to her and leaned down, gently tilting her chin up and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. The kiss was warm, tender—something different than the fiery passion she was used to. It lingered, and when it ended, Kacie blinked, a little confused, though she hid it with a soft smile.

Paul poured himself a cup and settled into the lounger beside her, sighing deeply with contentment. “Thank you for ordering this, love,” he said, voice thick with appreciation. “I really needed it this morning.”

Kacie smiled, but the word “love” echoed in her mind. She wasn’t sure if he meant it casually or not, and she wasn’t quite ready to ask.

She reached for a piece of ripe mango and took a bite, the sweet juices immediately dripping down her chin and slipping onto the top of her breasts.

As she reached for a napkin, Paul stopped her with a grin. “Don’t worry,” he said, licking his lips, “one of us will get that soon.”

Kacie laughed, letting more juice drip purposefully. Paul chuckled, leaned back with his coffee, and simply watched her.

“Faith was still sleeping pretty deeply when I got up,” he said after a few quiet moments. “I figured I’d let her rest. We pushed hard last night.”

Kacie nodded, stretching her legs out with a sigh. “Maybe a quiet day is exactly what we need.”

“I was thinking the same. We can just stay here, order food, relax.”

“I like that idea,” she said, sipping her juice. “It’s perfect.”

They sat in silence for a while, enjoying the moment before Paul spoke again.

“This your first time at this resort?” he asked.

“My third,” she said. “But this is the first time it’s been ... this good.”

Paul smiled and reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Faith and I ... we didn’t expect it to be this wonderful either. You’ve made it special.”

Kacie looked at him, heart thudding softly. He continued.

“We were hoping—both of us—that this wouldn’t just end when the week does.”

Her breath caught.

“We’d love for you to visit us in London. Stay as long as you want. Or as little. We just want you to come.”

She blinked back tears, overwhelmed by the emotion surging in her chest. “I wasn’t looking forward to the end of this week either,” she admitted softly. “I’d love to. I don’t know how yet—business and all—but ... yes. I want to.”

Paul smiled, brushing a tear from her cheek with his thumb.

A voice called from the doorway behind them. “Did you ask her yet?”

They turned to see Faith peeking out, eyes wide with anticipation.

“Yes,” Paul said with a grin. “And it’s a yes.”

Faith squealed and rushed out, still in a sleep shirt, and straddled Kacie in the lounge chair, kissing her passionately.

Kacie laughed through the kiss, her arms wrapping around Faith as Paul looked on with a content smile.