"Racheeeeel," Blake dragged out my name in a whiny tone.
I rolled over in bed so I could look at her. "What?"
"I'm bored." The same tone continuing.
"You're the one who wanted to prove you could do another sexy boy free day."
Blake sighed and collapsed her head into her pillow. In all honesty, we had a really good day; sight-seeing, chilling by the pool, girl-y chatting, ice-cream and chocolate cake... again. But now it was the evening, there was more time to think about what else we could have been doing all day.
"Mmmh, rughshvnjkdg..." This was all I could hear from Blake.
"You might want to lift your head from the pillow," I laughed.
She lifted up her head, dramatically. "Why did we listen to me?"
"Because you wanted to prove you could stay away from Carlos. Did he text you today?" I wriggled my eyebrows, teasing.
"He's too sexy for his own good."
"Sexting!" I laughed.
"I didn't reply..."
"Really?" I said skeptically.
"Really!" she responded, mocking offence. "Unlike some people, I have control."
"Barely," I scoffed.
She raised her well-shaped eyebrow at me. "He does things to me-"
"Too much information," I cut her off, with a laugh. "Why don't we go down to the bar?"
"Why didn't you say this earlier?"
I laughed as I watched her jump from her bed, straight to the wardrobe, sifting through dresses she could wear. "I could wear one of my new ones."
"Aren't they meant to be for Carlos," I winked.
She narrowed her eyes at me. "Maybe I'll wear the new underwear - you should too."
"It's unlikely they'll be there..." I began.
"Doesn't mean you can't test drive them," she winked.
"I love how your mind has jumped straight back to sex."
"It never stopped," Blake said as a devilish smile spread across her lips. "Now, get up and get changed. Think sexy."
"You do enough of that for the both of us."
I decided to wear a black, lace-y dress, that floated with my curves, my hair down and wavy. When I had finished getting ready, Blake was tweeking the last bits of her hair.
There was a knock on the hotel door and me and Blake looked at each other, quickly. She nodded her head towards the door, urging me to open it.
Once I did, a smooth Italian voice spoke before my brain registered who it was. "Room Service?"
"Daniel," I said in disbelief. I felt myself step backwards, signalling for him to come through the threshold.
"Well, I'll be down the bar-"
"Blake," I cut her off, trying to say that she didn't have to go, but she continued.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"And what would that be?" I asked.
She responded with a wink and she left.
Slowly, I turned towards Daniel. "Did she-," I began. "Never mind."
Daniel's eyes were alight with amusement. "I brought food."
"Well I guess we better eat it."
Daniel went about setting up a miniature indoor picnic arrangement, in the middle of my hotel room. He even had a candle.
"Romantic," I said with the familiar warmth spreading through my chest.
"It must be the Italian in me."
I sat on the blanket on the floor, next to him. "Hey," I spoke softly as I looked at him.
He kissed me on the cheek. "I missed you."
I actually melted a little bit. "You saw me yesterday," I teased.
"Ah," he spoke fondly. "But that seems like weeks ago."
I smiled slowly; I kind of knew what he meant. What was happening to me?
We sat, speaking, drinking wine, eating the little canapes he had made, all the while the flame on the candle dancing next to us. Another realisation hit me; I was in Italy, with an Italian man on a romantic date. Because that's what it was, let's face it. You could even look at it as our third date... In Italy! my head repeated to me.
I caught Daniel's green eyes looking at me intently and because we were in such close proximity, my reaction was to simply kiss him. Slowly, softly.
"Ah Rachel. What are you doing to me?" Daniel spoke after the kiss had ended, repeating my own internal question.
He held his hands on either side of my face, one of his thumbs stroking my cheekbone. I responded by kissing him, again, but this time the muscles deep in my belly clenched - the kiss changed. I found my hands tugging on his hair and then my body, sitting on top of his.
His hands ran up my back as had found the zip of my dress, he pulled at it gently only half way, then continued to run his hands on my bare skin. Daniels kisses moved up my jaw, to my ear and then down my neck. "The candle," he murmured against my skin. It took me a moment to realise what he had said, but by then he had already lifted me up and onto the bed.
I don't know what was happening inside my head. Maybe it was the romantic setting, the way he said my name or how maybe, I actually thought that he cared about me.
This was so unlike me, but I knew what I wanted to happen. What was happening...