I am trying
They’d managed to get through breakfast without any further awkwardness with Clara, and were now lounging by the pool.
‘Hey Becs.’ Beca lifted her head which had been face down on her arms as she was laid down on the sun lounger. ‘Can you put sunscreen on back?’
Beca almost broke her neck sitting up instantly. ‘What?’
‘Babe, can you put sunscreen on me please?’ Chloe repeated herself, with a smug smile
‘Sure.’ Beca shrugged casually, but her brain was going haywire.
Chloe rolled onto her stomach, and Beca sat on the back of her legs and started at the top of the redhead’s back.
Beca attempted to ignore the warmth of Chloe’s smooth skin on her hands, and quickly rubbed the sun scream, ignoring the content sigh coming from Chloe’s mouth.
She moved off of Chloe’s legs, and sat back down on her own sun lounger, trying to even out her breath.
‘Want me to do yours?’ Chloe raised an eyebrow, sitting up to face her fake girlfriend.
‘No. No, I’m good thanks Chlo.’ Beca replied.
The redhead shrugged, and turned onto her front.
After another hour by the pool, which included in Chloe throwing Beca into the water, Clara told them all to pack up their stuff because it was time for the spa.
‘I booked us all in for massages, and to get our nails done!’ Clara clapped her hands gleefully.
Beca grimaced at the thought of some random person touching her.
‘Hey cheer up, if you behave I’ll give you another massage tonight.’ Chloe winked jokingly, as Beca went bright red.
Anne chuckled, stood beside the pair. ‘Ever the forward one Chloe dear.’
‘I’m just kidding around mom.’ Chloe laughed, putting her arm around the brunette’s waist, and pulled her into the spa.
Beca had managed to survive the spa, with the help of Chloe making jokes the entire way through, and she had managed to not say anything remotely sarcastic for at least 12 minutes. She was very proud of herself.
They’d been shopping for about 20 minutes before Beca broke.
‘Dude, seriously? We’re literally only going in shops she wants to go on.’ She sighed heavily.
Chloe bit her lip. ‘I mean; she is the bride.’
‘I know. It’s just…I’m bored.’ Beca’s shoulders dropped, giving her friend an apologetic look. ‘Sorry, I know it’s your family, I am trying.’
‘I know you are.’ Chloe smiled. ‘Come on, I’ll buy you a doughnut.’
‘Really.’ Beca’s eyes lit up.
A smile tugged at the edge of Chloe’s mouth. ‘Come on idiot.’