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Oliver's eyebrows shot up, a mixture of surprise and interest on his face. "You want to go skinny dipping?"
I smiled coyly, enjoying his reaction. "Maybe. What are we doing?"
He groaned, running a hand through his hair. "Stop asking so many questions."
"You never tell me what we're doing, so I have to," I countered, pouting slightly.
Oliver's voice softened, but there was an edge of exasperation. "You trust me, so just listen for once in your life."
I grumbled good-naturedly as he led me into the master bedroom. "What am I changing into?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity.
"A bathing suit," he replied, a hint of excitement in his voice.
My brow furrowed. "We're swimming?"
"Yes and no. Just do as I ask," Oliver said, his patience clearly wearing thin.
An impish thought crossed my mind. “It's my birthday. Shouldn't I be the one to pick the activity?”
Oliver scrubbed his face, his exasperation evident. "If you keep talking, your birthday will be gone."
Suddenly remembering my neglected phone, I exclaimed, "That reminds me, I haven't checked my phone. I bet my parents called."
I plopped down on the bed, ignoring Oliver's exasperated sigh as I scrolled through the numerous texts from friends and family. As I fired off quick thank-you messages, I could feel Oliver's impatience radiating through the room.
Despite my curiosity about Oliver's surprise, I found myself oddly enjoying this moment of normalcy amidst our extravagant honeymoon. The tension between my desire to know what was coming next and Oliver's determination to keep it a secret only added to the evening's excitement.
Oliver changed into a pair of navy-blue swim trunks by the time I was finished hunting through my suitcase. I found a bright pink bikini that barely covered anything. It was dark out, and we were alone for the most part. No one would see that it barely contained my breasts or posterior.
As I changed into my bikini, I could feel Oliver's intense gaze on me. His eyes darkened with desire, and he ran his tongue along his sensual lips, adjusting the waistband of his trunks with a subtle movement.
"What's your problem?" I asked, a teasing lilt in my voice as I met his smoldering gaze.
Oliver's voice was husky as he replied, "You're making me hot."
I smirked, enjoying the effect I had on him. "Learn to control yourself, Mr. Fox."
He took a step closer, his presence electrifying the air between us. "You're the one making me lose control," he murmured, his fingers ghosting along my bare arm.
I shivered at his touch, fighting to maintain my composure. "I'll keep that in mind," I whispered, reaching back to tie my bikini top.
Oliver's eyes narrowed as he assessed my swimwear. "That doesn't cover you very well," he observed, a mix of appreciation and possessiveness in his tone.
I gave him a coy smile. "I got this smaller so it wouldn't cover me well."
"For me?" he asked, his voice dropping an octave.
Unable to resist teasing him, I quipped, "Duh, no—for Ty."
Oliver's expression immediately darkened, a frown marring his handsome features. "That's not funny," he growled.
I reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his chest. "It is," I insisted softly, "because I have no interest in Ty. I never did."
His jaw clenched. "Still, it's not funny. Would you like me to bring up Lara?"
The tension in the room suddenly thickened. "You want to start an argument?" I challenged, my eyes flashing.
Oliver crossed his arms, exhaling loudly. "No," he conceded after a moment.
