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The way I held Eliza…
I feel the water, nice and warm, and stroke away from the group. Most of the water toys are on the other side, and I need some solace. Though being alone with my thoughts isn’t much safer than getting hurt in the ocean.
This morning, I woke up early, and my body is still feeling the aches from sleeping on a sofa made for someone half my size. Worse was she fell asleep and I looked at her, for longer than I should, and waves of tender emotions rode through me. So that and my lack of good sleep didn’t improve my mood.
She’s probably talking to Jessie and Aunt Lillian now, somewhere on the boat.
Better this way. I need to think about my game plan. Last night I could have pressed her, I could have kissed her and she wouldn’t have resisted. I felt her in my arms—I could tell she wanted me.
Now, I second guess myself… after all, bridging that physical gapiswhat can bring us closer—closer enough so I can plea my deal with her and show her we have a future. We’re not done with each other. I messed up, got scared, but I’m not giving her up.
I swim for a while, enjoying the water, hoping the exercise will dampen my libido but I doubt it. Then, I hear a splash, and when I turn in the direction of the sound, I see Eliza treading water. Unlike me, she’s wearing a life jacket.
I swim up to her, and she widens her eyes when she sees me. Something tells me she didn’t expect me to be swimming so close, and didn’t look much before jumping. “Hey.”
“So this is where you’ve been hiding,” she says, swimming away from the yacht.
I follow her. “You found me.”
“I wasn’t looking for you,” she says.
I splash water her way. “Liar.”
She stops moving and looks at me, confusion crossing across her facial expression. I stare at her square in the eye, challenging her to break the visual contact, but she doesn’t. Her surprise turns into something else, her features softening, and the energy from last night returns with a vengeance. Fuck.
I cut the distance between us with a couple of strokes, until we’re on eye level.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“Well, last night I—”
She shakes her head, averting her gaze away from me. “I told you I don’t want to talk about the past.”
I lift my hands in surrender. “I get it. No talking.” I touch her cheek, and feel her soft warm skin. I need to pivot, fast, before I lose her. “But why can’t we reminisce for old times’ sake?” I ask in a voice that I hope does something to her.
“What?”
My eyes search for hers. “Think about it. This weekend will be unbearable sharing the same room without touching each other. You can’t deny it.”
She chews on her lower lip, like she’s entertaining the idea for a while, then says in a casual voice, “We’ll, hmm, just keep busy during the day.”
“Like now? You’re having a hard time looking me in the eye and not admitting this is a good idea,” I say, challenging her to own up.
She gives me a sideways glance, threading water, restless. “We can try out hardest to—”
“How about at night?”
“We can take turns, and I can sleep on the couch if you want.”
God, no. I’d never let her sleep on the couch. “The only way you’d sleep on the couch is if I’m under you and we’re both naked after fucking our brains out,” I say in a low voice.
A shade of pink travels across her face. She parts her lips, then hesitates. Probably picturing it in her head, just like I am right now.
“A-Are you serious?”
“Yes. I want you. I can tell you still want me too. We’re together for a weekend. Why can’t we indulge? At night we’ll be so filled with pent-up sexual energy we’ll be masturbating left and right. Why not do it to each other?” I say, heat stirring in my groins as we talk.
She chews her lower lip, her gaze darting from me to the scenery, then back at me again. “I need to think.”
