I'M Married To HIM? || Kill Me Now

"Where do you think you're going?" Jordon called after Chelsea as she dragged herself up onto the sand. She shot him a pained look and frowned.

"1) I need to pee. 2) I need more sun block. And 3) Fuck off!" She yelled back. Jordon flinched and watched her walk to the house.

"Fucking letter!" Chelsea grabbed for the letter on the table and tore it into pieces. "Fucking prize! Fucking marriage! Fucking life!!" She screamed, stomping into the bathroom. She heard Jordon come into the house but ignored his patient and kind knocks on the bathroom door.

"Chelsea, come on out…" He mumbled against the door.

Chelsea hesitated, then opened the door with tears in her eyes.

"What?" She asked.

"Come here…" Jordon opened his arms up and Chelsea instantly walked into them, pressing against his bare chest and pushing her hips snugly to his. "You ok?" Jordon asked, stroking Chelsea's back. In his mind, though, he continued to say grandma, grandma, grandma in order to try and soften his hard on.

Chelsea nodded against Jordon's neck, kissing the salty water still slipping down his skin, and stood there with him, letting him stroke her and hold her and kiss her and move her. Their hips swayed together, their bodies close.

As Jordon's hands slipped to pull Chelsea's hips closer to his, she pulled away with wide eyes.

"No." She scolded to him, pushing on his chest and striding past him back to the beach where she sat down on a folding chair and tried not to think about how much she liked being held by him.