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CHAPTEREIGHT
Chase
My resolve is tested a few hours later as I make my way home, my newly purchased purple flip-flops in a canvas bag hanging off my arm, sunscreen smeared on my nose. I’m a full island person now. My parents would be so disappointed.
Holden is walking in front of me, his hips swaying slightly, his earbuds in his ears as he listens to god knows what. All I know is that his ass looks delectable in those shorts as he shimmies down the path. I don’t know how he does it, but it’s some kind of voodoo. Butt voodoo. I need to look into this. It’s magical.
I should tell him I’m lurking behind him, but I can’t quite seem to interrupt his little dance routine. It’s sexy and cute.
He’s fucking hot. I don’t know what I’m doing.
I told myself no more Holden, and here I am, peering at his ass, his back, even his hair. I want to run my hands through it and tug while he’s on his knees, sucking my cock.
Nope. No, not doing that.
No. My word of the day. My new motto.
Holden veers off the path a bit, and I wonder for a second if I should follow him before discarding it. Nope, that’s private. Wherever he’s going is his business.
Seems my brain thinks that but my heart and body are the sluttiest slut for him. I’m like a hound dog sniffing out cock. His cock.
My legs carry me down the narrow path into the woods behind Holden, despite my mental protests. There’s nothing to be done. I wanna see where he’s going. I need to know. He’s too intriguing, and it’s really not my fault that he’s so captivating.
If he didn’t want to be so enigmatic then he should tone down the mystery.
No more magical mysteries, Holden. My dick can’t handle it. I’m not Inspector Gadget. I’m not cut out for the life of a private detective. Someone like him needs a license to be this hot.
Skulking behind a banana leaf, I peer over it, watching as he continues down the dirt path, and I glance up, hearing the creepy birds chirping in the distance. I vaguely remember thinking I was some kind of bird whisperer when I was high, but I don’t think that anymore.
Nope. I just feel scared. The jungle is no joke. There are slimy, scary things out here. Like snakes and bugs, things with wings and eight legs. Unnatural, if you ask me.
I’ve always hated spiders, and I’ve seen the humongous ants out here. Ungodly creatures. Thank fuck, I haven’t actually seen a creepy crawly, but I’m pretty sure they have Australian-sized arachnids out here on this island. I might pee my pants if I ever come across one.
Those things should be condemned. Spiders should be small and squishable, not the size of my head.
My feet carry me forward slowly, like some kind of cartoon character. I might as well tiptoe my way down this path with how ridiculous I’m sure I look. All Holden needs to do is turn around and he’ll see me. I stand out like a blazing red light. You can’t miss me. I realize this. I am gigantic. Two minutes ago, I tried hiding behind a palm tree and then noticed that my arms were almost as thick as the trunk and sighed. And I’m not walking all that quietly either. I kind of just thunder along.
Thank god he’s wearing headphones, or he’d hear me crunching the jungle bed as I lumber behind him.
It is hopeless. I should just turn around and leave Holden be, just let him wander to his destination, but I can’t help it. I persist.
I accept my fate. I am now a stalker.
I need my own TV show, I would make millions.
We continue down the path, me trying to keep my eyes off his backside but mostly failing until we arrive at a large pond with a small bright blue waterfall.
Fuck, this is gorgeous. It’s like right out of a storybook.
I duck down behind a fern as Holden walks to the edge of the water and pulls his shirt off over his head and shucks his shorts. It’s like he’s stripping for me, like he knows I’m watching, and the birds squawk in appreciation. They know what’s up. They want a piece too.
I should probably warn him. It’s not safe. They might carry off his clothes for their nests. I’d make a nest out of his clothes—just lie right the fuck down in a pile of Holden’s scent.
Holden glances around as if he’s looking out for creeps behind ferns before he pulls his underwear down, leaving that ass exposed for me. Finally, he pops his earbuds out of his ears. I hold my breath even though I’m sure he can’t hear me. There’s a waterfall pounding away in the distance, and with the way the birds are going wild, I doubt he’d even hear me sneeze.
Those sexy legs sink into the clear blue pool, and I watch as his limbs and ass disappear. When he suddenly dives in and disappears beneath the surface, I finally let out a long breath.
