Closer to me

Listening: Closer to me by Blank & Jones – I wrote this on 10 July last year. Updated on 15 August 2010. Added more stuff on and off. Finally decided to publish it today.

Have you ever had a weekend that was so awesome you find yourself reliving the best moments over and over again – whether you’re at work or at in public – and then you find yourself grinning stupidly? And when you realise you’re grinning stupidly, you try to stop grinning but you end up grinning even more because you’re so damn happy and the thought of you grinning because of those moments makes you happier? No? Right, it’s just me then.

At the end of the first week of June, I was on the tail end of my holiday in Shanghai and she was returning from Christchurch, New Zealand. We had spent hours talking on the phone before that – she bought a 24-hr Internet access card to talk to me while I used up my Skype credits to call her hotel – and it still wasn’t enough for both of us. Our schedules had coincided such that when we were talking over Skype about how much we miss each other, we decided to cut short my holiday and book a weekend getaway to make up for the 1.5 weeks of not seeing each other. Change of flight timing, ferry tickets and hotel room were booked all within 15 hours.

It was the best decision we ever made that month.

She welcomed me home at the airport with a soggy chicken bun (and glutinous rice, if I remember correctly) because my flight was delayed and we went home together, excited about the next day.

When she picked me up in a cab at midday, I passed her my white Ray Ban shades and we started comparing how fascinatingly gorgeous the scenery looks through the lenses. (Ok I might have been the only who thought so while she nodded along.) Let’s just skip forward to the more exciting parts now, shall we?

We checked in at the resort, dropped our luggages in the room, looked at each other, paused and jumped on the bed. We had woken up really early for this after all. Oh wait, the first thing she did when she put down her bag was to take out a pair of disposable slippers because we are similar in that sense that we can’t have our feet touch unfamiliar – therefore dirty- ground. We also ordered room service in between. So we ate, cleaned up and here comes the best bit… We cuddled, snuggled and made out until we spent every single moment of the entire afternoon and evening away. We finally fell asleep, exhausted.

Then we woke up just nice for a really late dinner and we almost couldn’t get the shuttle bus in time. We had crayfish, some green leafy vegetables and some meat, I reckon. We were really full after that. Immobilised. But really, what we did when we returned to our room after dinner was much more exciting. Ahem.

The minute she went off to shower, I opened the door as quietly as I could and I ran like the wind, well as fast as my full stomach can handle it, to the front office. I saw the lone front reception staff and I started speaking incoherently from my breathlessness. Thankfully, the kind person could understand from my wild gesturing that I needed ice, loads of ice urgently and within five minutes, I ran back like the wind with a bagful of ice cubes. The coast was clear. She was still in the shower.

You see, few hours earlier when she was out in the balcony shortly after we checked in, I had washed two glasses and placed them along with a bottle of champagne I secretly sneaked past the customs into the fridge. Now the surprise is ready to be unveiled.

But I was really paranoid that she would discover the champagne when I went to shower so I took it out and hid it behind the cushions on the couch. I thought I was smart. I wasn’t.

When I came out smelling nice and fresh, she was already out on the beach, lying in the hammock. The moon, high above us, was particularly bright that night. I walked to her with the champagne and two glasses discreetly behind my back and said, “Look what I found.”

“You’re so sweet.”

I sat in with her in the hammock and we opened the bottle. As we said cheers to the sweet bubbly, she said, “Actually, I saw it earlier under the cushions.”

“Ahhhh…”

“I didn’t mean it. I thought I misplaced your Ray Bans so I was looking for it and I found it. But I put it back nicely.”

By now, I was rather gutted for the failed surprise.

“But I like it. You’re so sweet for thinking of surprising me.”

And as we lay in the hammock under the moonlight, we kissed. And we kissed again. And again as the waves rolled towards us from a distance. The night belonged to us and us only.

If someone had told me kisses were sweet before tonight, I would not have believed them. But tonight, with the combination of sparkling wine, tingling ice cubes and the soft moonlight shining on us, when our lips met, our kisses were sweeter than you can possibly imagine.

We headed back into the room soon after. And kids, some things are best left to your imagination.

Memorable items: Tissue undies, champagne, hammock, the waves, ice cubes, moonlight, sexy soundtrack.

When I made love to you that night, this song was playing. If ever there should be a perfect soundtrack for lovemaking, this song would be it.

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