It wasn’t suppose to happen.

And the fact that it happened before the vacation your father, Anthony, had planned months ago didn’t help.

James wasn’t yours. You weren’t his. That’s what made this difficult. And wrong. Very, very wrong.

One thing you learned after that night, was James left marks. And lots of them.

Because you looked like you lost a fight with a suction cup and a pair of teeth.

The hickeys and bites were everywhere, and you were on vacation on a fucking private island, with all the people closest to you; which included James and his girlfriend, Sharon.

You don’t even remember how the two of you ended up together, alone, when Sharon always had herself attached to him whenever possible.

But finding yourselves being the only ones awake in the middle of the night, and being completely sober, led to the two of you having a very passionate night. And he was honestly the best you’ve ever had.

You stood in the middle of the room you’d be staying in for two and a half weeks, your robe wrapped around you as you stared at the bikini on the white comforter, your head snapping to the door as you heard a knock.

“…..come in.”

The door opened and you let out a deep sigh as you saw the red haired woman, her fiery locks French braided and the blonde dye from months ago slowly fading toward the ends of her hair.

“Hey, why aren’t you ready?” Natalia asked, her own bikini hugging her perfectly under the sheer sundress.

“Nat— I can’t. I cannot go down there. Not in that bikini.” You said, hugging the robe tighter around yourself.

What if someone figured out a taken man, who was James fucking Barnes, left hickeys and bite marks all over you??

“What? {{user}}, you’ll look fine, it—“

“No, it has.. nothing to do with me being self conscious, Tash.”

“Then what’s the problem?” She asked, tilting her head slightly.