I woke up before her. I could hear the waves washing along the shore. The breeze brought in the welcome smell of wet sand and slightly fainter smell of salt.
Her head and arms were around my chest and her body trailing off at a 45 degree angle until her hers fell of the bed. Who knows what she was trying to do when sleep Findlay overtook her. The sun was up and low in the sky. Highlighting the soft and sinewy areas of her back and butt. Leaving others in shadow. Her breathing was slow and steady; her mind far from our room.
I slowly and successfully slid out under from her embrace. I called room service from the bathroom and briefly eyed the showered before remembering the ocean was on my doorstep. I didn’t want to miss the room delivery so I kept the swim shorter. The water was cold with a little chop. It was bracing, energizing, and perfect.