As I made my way past the main pool, I did a quick scan for James.
Soon you'll be without him for good.
I sighed as I pushed the door open into the bar. The air conditioning was a welcome relief after my short walk. The bar was pretty empty, and my heart sank when I realised James wasn't in here either.
"Mojito please." I said, smiling at the guy behind the bar.
He grinned back at me.
"Of course. Take a seat, and I'll bring it over."
I settled down into a booth in the corner, pulling out my phone. I kept checking to see if James had tried to call or message me, but there was nothing.
Should I call him?
Although he'd asked for space, so maybe he wanted to be alone. I didn't want to look like I was harassing him.
The waiter brought my cocktail over, and I took a large sip. I'd just opened up my kindle and started reading when loud laughter from the bar made me jump.
My heart skipped a beat when I realised the source.
James stood with Graham, who was talking animatedly. Despite my annoyance, my body responded to the sight of him. His broad shoulders were in a tight grey t-shirt, and his fingers were stroking his stubble.
A shiver ran down my spine as I remembered our kiss at the beach. I loved the way his stubble felt against my face, his soft and warm lips irresistible against mine.
I wasn't in their sightline, so I allowed myself to sit back and observe. James didn't look upset or stressed, he was laughing with Graham and acting like he didn't have a care in the world.
When the bartender placed two cocktails and two beers beside them, my stomach sank.
Then two brunettes walked in and headed over to join them. I felt sick when one of them put her arm on James's waist, and he didn't move it away.
All I could think about was getting away, putting as much distance as possible between us. I grabbed my kindle and stood up in a daze, knocking my drink off the table. The glass shattered everywhere as ice ricocheted all over the floor.
My cheeks burnt red as the guy who had served me hurried over.
"I'm sorry..." I mumbled as he started picking up bits of glass.
"It's fine, these things happen." He said, looking at me kindly.
I couldn't bring myself to look at James. I knew he was watching me though, I could feel it.
"I have to go, sorry." I muttered, rushing outside.
James was calling after me, but I picked up my speed. I'd made it past the pool when he finally caught up to me, grabbing my arm.
"Let go of me!"
He kept a firm hold of my arm as I wriggled against him.
"Not till you listen to me." He said, his eyes burning into mine.
I shook my head,
"There's nothing to say, I'm done, James. Go back to the bar and back to that woman, it's easier that way for both of us."
He frowned, and I wriggled out of his grip. I tried to walk away, but he lifted me up, throwing me over his shoulder.
"What are you doing? Put me down!" I hissed.
He marched down a path I hadn't noticed before, it was almost hidden by the surrounding bushes. We came into a clearing and there was a small building. He kicked the door open and marched in, dropping me to the ground and locking the door behind him.
"What are you doing?" I said, trying to push past him.
"Can you listen for five minutes?" He said, blocking the door.
I sighed and turned around. The room was full of monitors, showing different footage from the whole resort. I hadn't realised there were so many cameras. When I spied an image from the pool at the villa, I felt sick.
"The camera wasn't on that night. I asked for it to be off." James said, answering my question before I'd even asked it.
"How do you know for sure? I wish you'd told me there were cameras!" I scolded, crossing my arms.
"I'm certain. The last thing I would want is anyone else seeing you like that. If I'd told you then you wouldn't have relaxed, and you enjoyed that night as much as I did." He replied, stepping closer to me.
I took a step backwards from him and he frowned.
"Come on, Sophie. Do you believe I was going to get with another woman after everything we've been through?"
He stared into my eyes with such intensity that I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
"She had her arm around you."
"You kissed another man in front of me." He replied, not missing a beat.
I sighed, this wasn't getting us anywhere.
"I was helping Graham out. He wanted to get with her mate, so he asked me to entertain her so he could pull." James insisted.
"Well, you're a better friend than you are a boyfriend." I said, regretting the words as soon as I had said them.
"Boyfriend? I don't remember that conversation, but I'm pleased to hear you call me that." He said, a grin on his face.
"I didn't mean it that way, James. I meant it as in you are a boy that I'm seeing... for this short period."
His smile was making me flustered, and I could feel my resolve weakening. This time I didn't step back when he moved towards me.
"Nothing was going to happen with that girl, you know that. Just like I knew you didn't mean it when you were going to kiss that guy." He said quietly.
"What about, Bella?" I replied, not missing the way he tensed at her name.
"That's nothing for you to worry about." He said, looking at the floor.
I stared at him in disbelief.
"Are you kidding? You spoke to her at the beach and then you abandoned me."
"Ok, I'm sorry! I had to clear my head. Graham is a good person to talk to, he knows my history with Bella."
I glared at him, feeling irritated.
"You told me there was no history with her! Why would you lie?"
He rubbed his forehead, his shoulders tensing.
"I didn't think it mattered. We were about to have sex, and I didn't want to put you off by telling you she was my ex-girlfriend."
I inhaled slowly, trying to keep calm. James must have realised how bad it sounded, and he immediately backtracked.
"That sounded completely wrong. I didn't want to risk losing you. I have never wanted anybody as much as I want you."
My heart rate spiked at the last part of his sentence. It felt like a lifetime since I'd last felt his touch, but it had only been a few hours.
What the fuck was I going to be like when I returned to New York?
"Why are we so bad at being together? " I said, feeling completely drained.
James gave a wry laugh and unfolded my crossed arms, wrapping them around his waist.
"We aren't, it's the situation we are in that's causing the problems. Anyway, we've gotten very good at the making up part."
He kissed me with a searing passion, my body melting into his as his tongue explored my mouth.
I let out a small sob and James pulled back.
"It's too much to deal with." I breathed, wiping my eyes.
James's shoulders dropped and his face looked troubled.
"What, that I didn't tell you-"
"The way I feel about you. I didn't expect this. I can't… I don't know how to trust anything."
He sighed in relief as his hands moved over my arms and to my face, cupping it gently.
"It scares me how much I feel for you, Sophie. I swear, I'd never hurt you."
I nodded, wiping my arm across my eyes. All I'd ever known was Tommy's love, and that had become something violent and poisonous. Falling in love again terrified me, but that was what was happening.
"I believe you."
His face lit up in a smile, and my whole body filled with heat. Then we were kissing again, and I couldn't control the swell of emotions that had built up inside of me.
Anger. Fear. Sadness.
And most of all… love.
I was head-over-heels in love with him. It was pointless trying to fight it.