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“I took off my swimsuit.” The floor and me are friends now.
“And?” He is an asshole.
“I guess I must have gotten comfortable and flashed the lake with my lower half, and the sun punished me with third-degree burns from my pelvis to my ass crack.” Nothing but bursts of laughter rolls out of his mouth. Enzo clenches his stomach, bends in half. Holds himself up, just to get another gander at me with a fish on my intimate parts. “I hope you die and get stuffed into a freezer like this fish.”
“As long as I get used as an ice pack for someone’s sunburnt pussy one day, I don’t think it would be a bad way to be in the afterlife.” Enzo wipes the tears from his eyes before straightening himself and grabbing another ice cube from the bag. “Come on, let me help you; it can’t be that bad.” Enzo kneels down before me, but I don’t move or remove the frozen fish friend.
“I don’t think I want your help.” I fold my arms across my chest; thankfully, my boobs didn’t get wounded in the battle of being tan.
“I’ll stop laughing; just show me.” His lips fold into his mouth, and I slowly pry apart my legs and throw the fish into the garbage. Enzo doesn’t say a word, he just widens his eyes, and his mouth falls open. “Why aren’t you saying anything? Did the fish infect me with scales or something?” I can’t bear to look down.
“It’s just a little rosy.” The ice meets the outside of the sensitive lips. I lean back against the freezer door as I shut and lock in the cold air. Enzo runs the frozen cube gently up and down each side. I close my eyes and let him take direction. The fire is going out, thanks to Enzo being an icy savior.
“Thank you, that feels—” But I can’t finish the sentence because he positions the ice right between my lips and dips inside me for a bit. My toes curl with the rush of heat against the chill.
Then someone knocks on the door.
“What the fuck was that?” I nearly have a heart attack on the spot.
“The door. Man, did the sun fry your brain too?” The man I sleep with at night. Enzo stands, puts the ice cube into his mouth like it wasn’t just soothing my sweltering sweet pot.
“How’s it taste?” As I go searching for something to cover up my body, hoping there is an apron, and our guests don’t want to linger.
“A little fishy, if I am being honest.” Giving me a wink as his black hair catches in the corner of his eye. “But I am sure it’s just the frozen fish and not your pussy.” I am glad he thinks this is funny. So whenever his pubes get a little too long before trimming, and he zips them up in his jeans, because god forbid, the man wears underwear, I will remember this time and not feel guilty about the stomach aches from my overdose of comedy.
“The level of hilarity coming out of your mouth astounds the fuck out of me, Kenzo.”
“Don’t full-name me, baby.” He kisses the side of my head and brings me in for a hug, then for extra measure, he slaps my butt.
“You monster!”
“I’m sorry, it was right there the whole time! I should get brownie points for holding off this long. Your ass isn’tthatred; I mean, it would be if you give me ten minutes.” He shakes his shoulders as he walks back to the door.
“You want brownie points for being a man or doing the bare minimum?” I grit my teeth as I find a blanket to wrap around my body quickly.
“Oh, Phoebe! You have visitors.” Shit, he sounds happy, like he will be glorifying in my mishap and lack of clothing.
When I round the corner, I am greeted by our guides for our expedition. Fantastic. This is going down in the books of ways I will be remembered.
“Hello.” I smile and clench the blanket closer to my body.
One man starts speaking in Nepali, while the other translates for him. “Good evening, Miss Phoebe. We wanted to check on you and make sure you were ready for tomorrow?” They both have kind smiles and have been accommodating.
“Yes, thank you. We will be ready. Everything is prepared, and I appreciate you taking us on this journey. My gratitude extends to you.” I hold my genuine smile as the interpreter informs the leader of my response.
They all nod, and we bid each other good night.
I shut the door and smack my forehead to the wood.
“Quite a show; I give you points for bravery and keeping your cool composure. However, the more you covered your front, the more display on your backside.” Enzo puts his hands up in defense. “I’m not complaining; I loved every minute of you trying to end the conversation while waiting for the guy to go back and forth.” Enzo laughs, and I drop the blanket, chase after him, and tickle him until he kisses me silly.
The following day we awake early and bright before the sun. If I take away the lobster shade of my lower half, then I can move on with my day, even if I dumped a crap ton of aloe vera on it to stop the stinging. It also makes good use of lube. Enzo didn’t complain one bit.
This morning I am supposed to be photographing whitewater thrill-seekers in rafting and kayaking form. Enzo is kind enough to carry me part of the way since it hurts to rub my legs together, and I don’t want to explain why my vagina is a little tender at the moment.
We hike into the edge of the mountains, among the green hillsides, and we wait quietly for a brave group to come down the river and challenge the rapids. I snap a few shots of the tips of waves clashing brilliantly against the rocks, creating a mysterious undertow.
“Wow,” Enzo whispers just to me.
