Neither of us moves. My body screams for me to inch forward a little bit and close the space between us, but I continue to hesitate, for all those unknown reasons. As un-feminist as it sounds, I want Trey to make the first move.
“God, I want to kiss you, but it would never work between us. I’m in San Francisco and you’re in New York.” Trey’s body leaves mine and I want to cry out at the loss of more than just body heat.
I wrap the blanket tighter around me before I sip the last of my third Long Island from the cup in my hand. “So? Let’s make it a vacation fling. We won’t even exchange phone numbers,” I suggest to the wall behind Trey’s back. No eye contact will make it easier in case he turns me down.
I can’t believe I just suggested that, but then his face perks up and the light in his eyes returns before they meet mine with skepticism. “You’re okay with that? A vacation fling? Nothing more? Are you sure?”
I’m not sure. In fact, the only thing I’m sure of is that I’ll probably kick myself for my earlier suggestion when it comes time to board my flight. But at the moment, the tequila and I think it’s a great idea. We’ve decided it’s better to have him for even a few days than not at all.
I nod my head and promise I’m perfectly fine with my own suggestion. Trey’s mouth is on mine before the final words move across my lips. His body comes to rest on top of mine with one leg between my thighs. It happens so fast there's no time to prepare for his advances. I relax into the kiss as his mouth opens seeking entrance to mine. As our tongues duel, I let go of my death grip on the blanket and wrap my hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me.
Trey’s head falls to my neck and he begins to plaster kisses from my ear to my jaw. Then he licks a small line with the tip of his tongue on the way up. My body shivers from the contact and I push a little closer to him.
“Damn! That’s some kind of kiss.” My sister’s voice carries across the empty space in the hallway, jarring us from our moment.
Trey steps back and I flash my sister the best pissed off look I have in my arsenal. “Elena, what the hell?” I try not to screech at her, but the words still come off a higher pitch than my normal voice.
She shrugs and then leans her body against the door frame, obviously not going anywhere. My left hand still has a piece of Trey’s blue shirt firmly in its grasp and I reluctantly release it, unsure when I grabbed it in the first place. My blue blanket lays on the floor around my ankles and I reach to pick it up.
“Trey, this is my annoying little sister, Elena. Elena, Trey.” I move away from the wall and stand in the middle of the hall with my back to Elena.
Trey chuckles once, but it’s humorless. “I should go anyway.”
His hand slides across his jaw and he steps away from the wall. I sigh, not wanting the night to end. Is it so much to ask that a hot guy be allowed to ravish me in the hallway on vacation? Isn’t there some island Goddess I could pray to? Sacrifice a little sister? I have one available.
I struggle for something to say so I can prolong the moment. “I’ll throw away your cup.”
His eyes move to the cup in question as it now rests on its side. “Don’t worry. I’ll toss it in my room.”
He quickly steps forward and places a kiss on my cheek on the side away from my sister. “I’ll see you at ten, Simone.” And then he turns on a heel and walks back to the elevator leaving me with Elena.
