Sure Feels Right

I checked my suitcase and rechecked it again, hoping I didn't miss anything. I don't know how I could. I think half my closet was in this thing.
"My whole body freaking hurts." I sat down on the bed next to my suitcase, falling backwards.
"We don't get to Mexico until kind of late, but you can sleep as much as you want when we do."
I nodded but didn't feel any better about the situation. I shouldn't be hurting. It only meant I was getting sick.
We weren't even in the hotel five minutes before I was in the bathroom, losing all the airport food I had eaten today. Our first vacation together and I was sick. This is awesome.
Robert sat down on the edge of the tub and rubbed my back. I slowly got up to get my toothbrush and wash out my mouth. Since I wouldn't be eating anything, I didn't exactly want to taste of stomach acid in my mouth.
I stripped out of my jeans and t-shirt and put on a pair of shorts before crawling into bed. I was freezing, but somehow still sweating. Robert turned on the air conditioning and slid in next to me.
"I'm sorry I'm ruining our vacation." I grabbed one of the pillows from beneath Robert's head, leaving him with one. He smiled and pulled me closer.
"You aren't ruining anything. It's the second part that I don't want you to miss so you're going to rest until we get back to the states."
I spent the first few days in bed, not eating. I tried to tell him to go to whatever he wanted but the only time he left was to get food or go for a run.
Two days before we were going to leave, I was finally starting to feel better. I got up to shower just as he was getting out of the bathroom.
He had a towel sitting low on his waist and smirked once he realized I was staring at his bare chest.
"I uhh.. I'm going to shower.. Then we can go do whatever." I gave him a pathetic smile and almost walked into the doorway.
Just because we were engaged doesn't mean I didn't still get flustered around him. While I was in the shower, I smiled like an idiot. It was amazing that I still felt this way whenever we were together.
I took my time in the shower. The warm water felt good rushing over my body. I debated on shaving my legs but decided against it. I was sure Robert would understand. I was sick. But it's not like I shaved when I was completely healthy anyway.
I quickly combed through my hair before brushing my teeth and grabbing a maxi dress out of my suitcase and slipping it on.
Deciding against makeup today, I put on the big sun hat I brought and turned to Robert, "Ready?"
We walked hand in hand down the boardwalk, going in the little shops. Laughing at some of the tourists. I had stopped in front of an ice cream shop, but Robert kept moving forward. I hadn't eaten in almost three days but ice cream sounded so good.
"Are you coming?" He asked from a few feet away.
"I want ice cream." I pointed towards the shop.
"Isn't it a bit early to eat ice cream?" He laughed. I'm sure I sounded ridiculous.
It might be in Mexico, but my stomach was still running on Pittsburgh time and it was happy.
"I want ice cream." I whined. A 22 year old whining about not getting ice cream. I'm sure this was a sight to see. "Fine. I'll get it myself."
I walked in the shop and ordered a cookies and cream waffle cone, Robert wasn't too far behind me. I ate the ice cream as fast as I could because I wasn't sure whether or not it stayed in my stomach.
"Can we go back to the hotel for a while? I'm wiped."
"Yeah, of course."
As soon as the door was closed, I threw my hat on the chair and stepped out of my dress, leaving it in a heap on the floor. I unhooked the strapless bra I had on and let it fall to the ground as I tried to find the t shirt I usually wear to bed. Robert was already trying to get comfortable when I was trying to connect the tv to my computer.
"I hope you don't mind watching Baby Daddy. Again." I crawled in next to him, tucking myself under his arm.
In the episode that we were watching, Riley was trying to get the attention of some British guy at the bar and somehow Mrs. Wheeler thought it was her son instead. I know her name is Bonnie, but a majority of the time I call her Barbara Jean because once you watch Reba, that's all you can think of when you see her.
"I really hate when girls don't see when someone is in love with them. I mean he's right there and I'm pretty sure he's told her before."
"So you're saying you wouldn't go for the British guy instead?"
"I don't think so. Especially not if I had a tall, attractive, professional hockey player with wonderful curls chasing after me." I looked at him but his eyes were still fixed on the tv.
"Gross. Why would you want one of those?" He smiled and squeezed my shoulder.
"You're right, I have no idea." I rolled out of his embrace, curling up on my side of the bed. It wasn't too long after that he wrapped his long legs around me and held me to his chest. "Eww, gross hockey player. Let me go."
I struggled to get out of his grip but apparently hockey players have really nice, strong arms. Who knew. I tried once again and ended up on the floor.
"You asshole." I mumbled and pulled down the blanket with me. "You did that on purpose. I landed on my shoulder fuckface."
He started laughing at the choice names I muttered, "I'm sorry. Let me kiss it better." His hand appeared at the edge of the bed, offering me help up.
After a few minutes of pouting on the floor, I got up and went back to my spot next to my fiance. He moved me to the middle of the bed, hovering over me, grinning. He leaned down to kiss my forehead and then moved to my neck and then to my collarbones. He pushed up my t shirt and slowly planted kisses down my stomach, driving my crazy. Robert was going to do a little more than kiss it better.
Lying there with him, I couldn't be happier. That didn't exactly mean the second thoughts weren't running through my head. It would be easy for him to just up and leave me. Then again it would be easy for me to do the same and I didn't exactly have the best track record when it came to relationships.
"If I run, will you chase me?"
"Halfway across the world if I had to." He pushed a strand of hair out of my face. "But I'd really like if you stayed by me."
"I love you."
"I love you too. Let's go get dinner."
We spent the last day at the beach, playing in the water. I had completely forgotten that we wouldn't be going to Pittsburgh - or Canada - after our stay in Mexico was over. When we got to the airport, he checked in for me and handed me the tickets I would need for the next day and a half.
"Wait, what are we doing in New York?" I stopped in the middle of the walkway, causing the people behind me to mutter something in Spanish.
"A couple things, why?" He looked back but kept walking.
"Please tell me," I caught up to him and started pulling on his arm like a child.
"But I want it to be a surprise."
"We can have kinky airport sex." I whispered to him. He cracked a smile but declined.
"You didn't even want to have sex on the beach..."
I started to blush and nervously laughed. He really wanted to. I mean really wanted to. But I didn't exactly want sand in places sand shouldn't be so we settled for the room.
I had never been to New York City before, but I didn't feel as though I was missing out on anything. I'm sure Rockefeller Plaza was beautiful during Christmas time and I would love to see a hockey game in Madison Square Garden. Times Square was pretty sweet but other than that it's not something I would have chosen to do if it wasn't for Robert.
I was sitting in one of the desk chairs, checking my emails when some article of clothing landed on my head. I stood up and held the light pink lace dress in front of me. It was long with cap sleeves and a beaded belt that tied in the back. I looked at my fiance from behind my dress.
"We have reservations in a little over an hour." I nodded and headed to the bathroom with my curling iron and makeup bag, putting the dress on a hanger and setting it on the hook on the back of the door.
I had no idea what he was doing, but forty five minutes later, I walked out of the bathroom, hair done and dress on. I tried to flatten out one of the wrinkles when I realized Robert was standing in front of me. His hair was slicked back and he was in a tux with a crooked tie. I walked over to him to fix it.
"Well don't you look handsome tonight. Care to tell me where we are going now?"
He held up two tickets to something. I pulled his hand closer to read what they were to.
"What? You're taking me to see the American Ballet Theater? Are you serious?"
"No we're actually not going. I just wanted to show you the tickets."
I rolled my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck, "You're the best. You really didn't have to though."
"I know. But before you say anything else, we are going to be late for dinner." He opened the door for me and grabbed a jacket for me.
I wouldn't mind living in New York if I got to see or work with a ballet company this amazing. I'm pretty sure my bottom jaw was on the ground the whole time, but these dancers were nothing less than phenominal. I was speechless after.
"Did you like it?" He asked me when we were in the elevator, going up to our room. He had untied the bow so that it was just hanging on his shoulders.
"It was- I don't even know what to say. Those dancers were just so talented and, and, you're laughing at me." I could see him fighting back a smile.
"I'm not laughing. It's just really cute when you go off about something you love and are so passionate about. It's one of the reasons I love you." I started blushing and stared at my shoes. Yep. They were still black.
"What are the other reasons?"
"There's a lot.. So what if I tell you one every night before we go to bed?"
"I think that sounds great." I bit my lip and wrapped my arm around his waist. It was weird being just a few inches shorter than him. Heels became my best friend whenever we went out to do something special.
We walked into the room and I kicked off my shoes, motioning to Robert to unhook the button at the top of my dress. Instead, he started playing a song on his phone.
"Will you dance with me?" He held out his hand for me to hold onto. I was shocked, he never was the one want to dance.
I recognized the words coming out of his phone, filling the room. I remembered that night before finals that I broke down and Robert took me across town for shitty gas station coffee at midnight even though he had early morning practice.
Forever is a long time, but I wouldn't mind spending it by his side.

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