I sighed at the sight of it. “And here I was thinking the flight over here took a long time. Cleaning up this mess is going to take forever.”
But Cody just smiled and kissed me, then pointed to the bed in a corner of the shack. It looked comfy and inviting. “You’re not doing anything. You’re exhausted. I want you to hit the hay, right now. I’ll clean, you sleep.”
I kissed him back. “Thanks for the offer, but if it’s all the same to you, when I crawl into that bed, I want you to crawl into it with me.”
He grinned. “You do?”
I pressed my lips against his again. “You bet I do. Now, hand me a broom. I’ll start on the floor.Youcan clean the sink.”
By the time we fell onto Cody’s bed we were both exhausted. As much as I may have wanted a cuddle and maybe even more—how did Kevin put it, ‘hoochie-coochie kissy-face’?—the fact was we were unconscious the second our heads hit the pillow.
It was still daylight when I opened my eyes to find Cody in the kitchen, naked but for an apron, his impressively concise tan line framing his perfect ass cheeks and the top of his legs. Even after a few months in Mulligan’s Mill, that tan line had refused to budge, like a kind of permanent ink stamp or wax seal that I imagined all Aussies possessed as their unique identifying mark.
While the sight of him brought happiness to my bleary eyes, the smell of whatever he was cooking made my hungry stomach flip for joy. “Dinner smells amazing,” I said, stretching the creaks out of my body. “What are you cooking?”
Cody turned with a chuckle. “Dinner? Brooks, this is breakfast.”
I stopped mid-stretch. “Breakfast? Wait a minute. It’s morning?”
“Yep. It’s tomorrow, and a gorgeous day it is. I’ve already walked to the shops and back, and now I’m cooking you up a storm.”
“But where did yesterday go?”
He laughed. “We slept through it. And right through the night. With any luck our body clocks should be in sync with Australian time now. Hungry?”
“Starving!”
I slid out of bed, only then realizing I was completely naked. “I seem to remember falling asleep before I could get my clothes off. Did we?”
Cody chuckled again. “You mean did I take advantage of you while you slept? No, of course not. I did undress you, though. You started tossing and turning and getting all caught up in your clothes. Even your bloody shoes were still on, so off they came. I just wanted to make sure you had a nice long comfy sleep.”
I pulled on my boxer shorts and made my way to the small kitchen table as he set down the frying pan, sizzling with bacon, eggs, and grilled tomato. “Well, next time you decide to undress me, I’ll make sure I’m awake for it.”
He hitched an eyebrow. “You’d better.”
I smiled at the sight of his bulge swelling beneath the apron. My own cock did its fair share of twitching and growing too.
I reached playfully under the apron but he smacked my forearm with the spatula. “Now, now. First things first. You need some food on your stomach. After that, there’ll be plenty of time for a little fun and adventure.”
“You sound like you have something planned for us.”
“Indeed I do.” Cody served breakfast onto our plates, then brought a fresh mango to the table, skinned it, and diced it up like a sous chef. He popped a cube of the tender, juicy fruit into my mouth and the sweetness of it just about turned me to liquid.
“After brekky,” he said. “I thought we’d take the boat out and do some snorkeling… you know, check out the reef.”
I coughed on my chunk of mango. “Snorkeling? What exactly do you mean by snorkeling?”
“You know… snorkeling. Goggles on your face, hose in your mouth, flippers on your feet. Snorkeling.”
“But I’ve never been snorkeling. I have no idea what to do.”
“Do you know how to breathe in and out?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know how to float?”
“I think so.”
