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“We’re…” Each time she gets one word out, she laughs again. “We’re…” My eyes are tearing up. I’m trying to hold on to her, but she’s so slimy. I’m covered in residual, and she keeps skidding off me. There’s nothing sexy about this moment.

She finally says, “We’re like two seals in an oil spill. We’re too slick to screw.”

“It’s the worst peep show ever. I see your tits glistening and perfect, but I can’t hold onto them,” I tell her as I try to grab her overly greased tits.

“We’re like a sexual slip and slide.” She throws her head back, laughing at her own joke.

“If it’s ok with you, I’m going to jump in the shower. Can I get you something? A pina colada, perhaps? Some coconut shrimp? Hawaiian Tropic suntan oil?” She’s doubled over laughing as I carefully walk into the villa. Then I jump back into the pool with a bar of soap and a washcloth. Perhaps we can scrub the slime off of us.

“Epic fail. But our skin is going to be so soft.” I push my girl under the water. She comes up, splashing me hard in the face. And we scrub each other squeaky clean just in time for my call.

* * *

It’s our last day in Mexico. I’m sitting in the cabana bed thing looking at pictures I took of her instead of trolling Twitter. I want to stay inside her. I’m scary into this woman. We’re already in it. There’s never an awkward moment. Our intimacy shocks the fuck out of me. The panicky part of me wants to put a full stop to all of it. She’s seamless. I text her to join me on the beach.

She’s in a billowy white cover-up. Her mahogany hair is lighter in the sun with these rich red streaks in it. When the sun catches her eyes, they take my breath away. The aqua matching the ocean just beyond her. I’ve had a fantasy since we got here, and I want to make up for the slippery misadventures of mismatched seals. I’ve been enjoying the waves crashing on a large rock formation. The dance of the spray and the sound crashing and then ebbing again. I don’t usually pause this long to enjoy something like this, but after four days here, I’ve paused to take it all in.

“Come to me.” I’ve propped up a pile of pillows for her. I beckon her, but that’s something I don’t need to do because this entire vacation, we’re like opposite ends of a bar magnet: constantly attracted to each other. When suspended, we point true north. She crawls towards me, and her tits undulate in her fuchsia bikini. Mesmerizing and hot. She puts her head on my chest. I hold her close to me as we stare at the ocean. It feels like the first time I’ve truly exhaled in years. This will be the moment I recall when people tell me to relax. I whisper into the shell of her ear, low and seductive.

“Tell me about a typical Wednesday.” I feel her smile against my pecs. No one has ever belonged on my chest, and suddenly it’s all hers.

She sighs. “I get up early. Like sixish.”

“That’s parental early. Don’t families have to get up that early to make breakfast for smaller people?” I feel her laugh. “Half the reason I created my job was for late nights and late mornings. What do you do that early?”

“I write. I drink coffee, reflect and smash the shit out of a ball for an hour and a half.”

“Tennis. Love that aggression keeps you grounded.”

“A good grunt and a couple of aces can do wonders for your soul.”

“Then what?”

“Maybe meet people for lunch or have calls with Joan, errands, then pick an afternoon spot to write. Usually a library, museum, or café. I’ll order something in, usually Thai or Chinese, so there are leftovers for days. Then I read.”

“You read? You have time to read?”

“I have to. I’m a fan of my own genre. I read as much of it as I can. I’m inspired by my colleagues and friends. And then, if the book is super-hot, I’ll swipe right if I’m horny.” I squeeze her a little too tight. She talks through her giggle.