The next morning Zoey woke me up, she wanted us to go to the beach together. I didn’t mind that what I did mind was that she was acting as if we didn’t make love last night and how passionate and romantic it was.
“Don’t you think we should talk about what happened last night?” I asked her.
Zoey looked at me and smiled, “how about we talk about it when we go to the beach?” She asked.
I shrugged and got ready with a pair of beach shorts and a tank top. We stopped to have breakfast at the small resort hotel, despite the many chairs around Zoey chose to seat next to me. I was thinking that maybe she was feeling the same thing I was feeling, I wanted to bring up last night when the waiter approached our table.
“So, are you having fun like you thought you would when you came here?” Zoey aske
