[ After they leave the beach, everything suddenly seems to kick into hyper drive. They shower together, get clean and enjoy the feeling of being close. Eddie things he might never leave, until at last the water turns cold, reminds them that there is a world outside this opulent hotel room. Eddie is all too happy to shrug into one of the hotel bathrobes, to turn his attention towards Chrissy. He lets his fingers twist curls in her hair, savors every second they have together.
At some point, he's ushered out of the bathroom, spends most of his time pacing across the suite. There's nothing to be nervous about at this point, and yet he feels impossibly boyish at this moment. All of the years, the missed opportunities, the way their lives have intersected-- they all pile upon him at this moment and make him feel fragile, in the unsure, teenage, sort of way.
Chrissy's voice pierces through all of that, grabs his attention amid everything else. He's grinning as he moves to zip up her dress, tries not to spend too much time looking at her enveloped in the layers of silk and chiffon.
Once she's dressed, it doesn't take long for Eddie to step into his suit. He fumbles with the buttons, the jacket, all of it suddenly foreign to him. They're both dressed to the nines by the time they emerge from the hotel, stepping into the waiting limo. Eddie tries to keep his gaze skyward, as though he could pretend that he hasn't already seen her in her dress.
The limo deposits them not far from the cliff's edge, and Eddie offers his hand out to her as they make the trek over flora and fauna. There's a man waiting for them at the cliff's edge, dressed in a sharp suit, smiling as the two approach. Eddie only stops to catch his breath once they're stationed in front of him, though it's nearly impossible once he takes in Chrissy in her full, stunning, beauty. ]
Oh, Chrissy. [ He says softly, his voice breaking and betraying him. ] I never thought I'd see you looking this beautiful.
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At some point, he's ushered out of the bathroom, spends most of his time pacing across the suite. There's nothing to be nervous about at this point, and yet he feels impossibly boyish at this moment. All of the years, the missed opportunities, the way their lives have intersected-- they all pile upon him at this moment and make him feel fragile, in the unsure, teenage, sort of way.
Chrissy's voice pierces through all of that, grabs his attention amid everything else. He's grinning as he moves to zip up her dress, tries not to spend too much time looking at her enveloped in the layers of silk and chiffon.
Once she's dressed, it doesn't take long for Eddie to step into his suit. He fumbles with the buttons, the jacket, all of it suddenly foreign to him. They're both dressed to the nines by the time they emerge from the hotel, stepping into the waiting limo. Eddie tries to keep his gaze skyward, as though he could pretend that he hasn't already seen her in her dress.
The limo deposits them not far from the cliff's edge, and Eddie offers his hand out to her as they make the trek over flora and fauna. There's a man waiting for them at the cliff's edge, dressed in a sharp suit, smiling as the two approach. Eddie only stops to catch his breath once they're stationed in front of him, though it's nearly impossible once he takes in Chrissy in her full, stunning, beauty. ]
Oh, Chrissy. [ He says softly, his voice breaking and betraying him. ] I never thought I'd see you looking this beautiful.