"Thanks, love. I appreciate it." Paul says and tenderly kisses me quick. I put away the cream and his razor and brush my teeth while he puts on after shave and lotion.
We finish getting ready and grab a bag and put in various things: two beach towels, some money for the gear, a few water bottles, a few granola bars as food, sunblock, and our cameras. We then leave our room hand in hand and go down in the elevator to go the car to drive to Turtle Bay for our snorkeling adventure. The minute the door opens at our stop I hear clicks of cameras and I see a crowd of people in front of the front desk and I hear Paul groan.
"Shit." I hear him mutter under his breath as he tightens his grip our enlaced hands and he pulls me closer to his side as we both put our sunglasses on quickly. Paul starts walking fast and keeps his head down and I follow him and keep my head down and stare at my feet as we walk and the voices get louder.
"Excuse me, can we please get through?" I hear Paul say slightly angry as the press, fans, whoever they are, are kind of blocking our way and Paul and I walk away from them quickly to the car even though they all follow us. They said the usual thing and ask Paul how long we had been dating and what my name was.
They surprisingly asked when we planned on getting married and like always Paul says nothing and ignores them, he does a perfect job at it and never says a thing in return. He only replies to them if they pose a threat or have gone too far with their words. We quickly get to the car and we get in and Paul locks the door and speeds off while taking my hand.
"How the hell did they find us?" I hear him mutter under his breath as he let's out a frustrated sigh and I rub my thumb along his hand in slow circles to try and calm him down as he keeps his eyes on the road and continues to drive. I squeeze his hand gently and continue to trace circles on his soft hand.
"Paul, it's okay." I say softly seeing how he's bothered by it.
"I know, J. I just wish we could have a holiday together or I dunno a visit, where they don't have to bloody bug us. We're thousands of miles away from where we live and they somehow manage to still find us." he says with a sigh and I squeeze his hand gently.
"They're not around us now, we're fine, Paul." I say trying to reassure him that it's all okay.
"I know." he says with a sigh and takes a deep breath.
"I'm sorry to get crabby, love. They just bug me being there every corner I turn and I thought maybe, just maybe, they wouldn't find out we're here and ugh, now they have." he says with another sigh as we pull into a little parking lot for a shop and he turns the car off and faces me with a somber look on his face.
"I'm sorry." I mutter not knowing what else to say.
"It's not your fault. I just don't want them bugging us when we're outside and swimming and enjoying our stay here, I dunno maybe we should check out of this hotel and go somewhere safer and secluded." he says and a confused look comes over my face.
"Don't worry about it, we'll be fine. I'll figure everything out, now let's so snorkeling!" he says and i could tell an idea had came to him.
He leans in and kisses me quickly and we get out of the car while I carry the bag and we walk into the store and rent: goggles, snorkels and flippers and go on our way. I had no idea what Paul was exactly planning, mentioning checking out of the hotel and going somewhere secluded and safer? But I trust he'll end up making a good decision.