1. Chanel and Ethan 25


    Date: 2/15/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: tangerinesky, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    We spend the rest of our layover wandering through the airport, looking in gift shops and drinking Starbucks. We joke around and make fun of each other. We even make fun of other people when we find a bench and sit, waiting for our connecting flight. I feel buoyant and carefree, and I’m so fucking glad I said yes to coming. We haven’t even made it to Puerto Rico and I’m having too much fun. Leaving everything behind, just the two of us. As we’re getting on our next plane, something occurs to me belatedly. “I didn’t even bring a swimming suit,” I say unhappily. Such a trivial problem for a big scenario. He laughs. “I know. I was hoping to have the chance to buy you one.” I look at him with angry surprise. He intentionally didn’t mention the fact that I would need one. “You... I can’t believe you. You’re already paying for me to go to Puerto Rico, any more money you spend on me just throws us more out of balance,” I ridicule him, but he keeps his carefree smile in place. “I was hoping you’d model some for me,” he says, acting as if I hadn’t spoke. He glances at my frozen expression and chuckles when my cheeks turn pink. Ridiculous. I’ve never had someone make me blush so much. *** It's almost eleven at night when we land at Luis Muñoz Marín International Airport in Puerto Rico. I'm so excited, I can’t even feel tired from the trip. Landing among the island’s lights just off the coast and finally stepping off this plane is the most excited I’ve been since we left. And that’s ...
    saying something, considering what I’ve already been through today, and what I’m about to go through for the next few days. A black BMW sedan takes us from the airport to our hotel. I open my door and step out onto the cobblestone streets of Old San Juan. It’s beautiful. The buildings in varying shades of pastel colors, all closely nestled on this busy little street. The people and the smell and the beautiful architecture. It was intoxicating. Ethan grins at me as we head toward a pale yellow building with large white pillars. Above the huge brown double doors is gold lettering indicating it is El Convento Hotel . The inside has marble checkered floors and soft white walls. Every piece of decoration chosen to sit in a room or hang on a wall is full of culture and urbanity. It's charming and delicately festive. I love it. I love our room even more. We have a king sized bed on an intricate, wrought iron frame, doors with shutters that open to a balcony with a view of the ocean and mismatched pieces of furniture tying it together. Ethan chats with the bellhop while I wander around the room. “Are you tired?” Ethan asks me after he shuts the door, leaving us alone. “Why?” I smile at him as I paw the smooth wood of the dark shuttered doors. His answering smile is amused. “We can walk around if you want, get a drink somewhere. The hotel employee said there are bars close.” Ethan is leaning against the wall by the door with his hands in his pockets, looking delicious. My eyes flicker to ...
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