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"Does it bother you?" He asked, after an incisive moment of silence.
"Does...what bother me?" I immediately returned, unable to decipher the objective behind the closed-ended question.
"The way I stare. At you." He pondered, as his dark...
Considering the short fumes my body had been running on as of lately, I figured some relaxation time was just what I needed. Peering through my suitcase, I was fortunate to find that I had found the time to pack a white stringed bikini. Entering the connecting bathroom, I quickly changed from my withered skiing outfit to the swimsuit that fit my body a bit too snugly. Eagerly pulling my hair down from its high ponytail, I felt relieved when my curls sprung out freely and sprouted around my oval face.
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When I returned to the bedroom, Marco was patiently sitting on the bed. His eyes immediately shifted from his phone to examine my attire. I waited for him to say one of his catty remarks, but it never came.
Instead, he threw his phone down onto the bed and stood up on his two booted feet. Animatedly clapping his hands together, he circled around me while completing his scrutinizing inspection. Finally placing a warm hand on my shoulder, he nodded his head in approval.
"Dang girl, you look good." He concluded, then continued to admire my get-up.
"Thanks, I think I'm going to take a quick dip in the hot tub. I just—need to clear my mind. I'll be back in thirty minutes." I told him, putting on my flip flops, grabbing a spare towel, and heading for the door.
"Oh really? I would so join you, but I'm actually kind of tired from earlier." He sat back down on the bed, grabbing his phone once again.
"From what? You didn't even ski." I chuckled.
"Girl, shoo." His whole body collapsed onto the cushioned mattress, as I left our room.
The hot tub was only a few steps down from the backyard plaza, making me quite satisfied to learn that it had stopped snowing. I set my towel down onto a cemented bench, then nearly sprinted to the heated jacuzzi. Cautiously placing one foot in after the other, I slowly sunk down until my entire body was wholly submerged into the bubbling, warm tub. My eyes seemed to close on their own accord, quickly opening back up at the odd sound of shuffling in the distance.
As I turned my head to face the far left corner of the plaza, Kendall's distinctive figure became visible among the shadows. I watched him as he took a brief swig from his cigar before dumping it onto a nearby ashtray. Although I couldn't quite make out his eyes in the dim light, I could tell that he had been scanning in my direction. When he slowly moved forward, a large puff of smoke left his rose lips.
"What are you doing?" I asked, while he continued to advance towards me like a predator to its prey.
"Nothing." He responded indifferently, though his eyes told another story.
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