My lips hiked up, grinning against the ridiculously high thread count pillow case that caressed my skin. I was definitely itchin’ to drive the Woodie, but I’d never take it without Bo. I had a picture in my head. The two of us driving along the coast in our bathing suits with the wind whipping through our hair while some fifties beach song played in the background. Bo would be gorgeous of course, with her hair pulled back in a pony tail, fighting with the unruly strands of hair that were too short to be pulled back and insisted on flapping across her eyes repeatedly. She wouldn’t care though, because her face would be plastered with that extraordinary smile she only got around me, which in turn, would cause me to break out with one of my own. You know, the kind of scene that makes your friends threaten to vomit from your happiness? That would be it and if they were here, I’d hand each of them one of those fancy silver barf bags from Bo’s jet and tell them they were in for a long day.

The possibilities of the day sent excitement roaring through my veins. My eyes opened wide and ready as I stretched my limbs and entertained the idea of rolling over and searching out Bo. Most of the time I woke first and she’d still have me in her clutches, but for all I knew it was noon. I really did sleep like a rock last night.

Would she still be in bed or would she be on the balcony enjoying the morning? Maybe in the garage or the kitchen? As much as I was loving the comfy spot I was in, I missed her already.

I shifted my weight, attempting to move from my left side to my right and face the day when I froze mid-roll. I caught sight of her sitting up on the far edge of the bed eyeing me coyly over the top of her magazine. Though I couldn’t see her lips, the tiny lines beside her eyes gave away the full smile on show behind the glossy pages that tortuously held it hostage. My eyes drifted down her naked form in hopes of landing on one of my other favorite features. No such luck. The way she held the magazine mercilessly hid her naked breasts with her elbows and the crossing of her legs kept the one other place I loved so much obscured from view.