“All right, that's enough out of you.”
“I think you should do it back, so she knows we’re friends.”
I growl in response.
His smile fades. “I just thought of something,” he says. “What if they decide your lack of masturbating is a sign of aggression, and they come over here to attack us?”
“Weren’t you making tea? I think you've lost your focus.”
“Can you blame me?”
* * *
Well, this is just ridiculous. There is literally no way I'm going to be able to resist this man now. He has fashioned little teacups and saucers out of bamboo and made stacks of sliced fruit and yam cakes for us to eat. He's even sweetened them with a piece of a honeycomb he managed to procure. When I asked him how he did it, he said, “I don't want to talk about it. Let’s just say it was not pretty.”
So now, the two of us are sitting near our fire in our cozy, delightfully-dry lean-to, sipping what is quite possibly the most disgusting tea I have ever tasted in my life and eating tiny slices of bananas, oranges, and berries together while the rain falls around us. This is the most romantic moment of my life, and I don't know if that makes me incredibly lucky or extremely pathetic, but at this very second, I feel nothing short of elation. I don't want the rain to ever stop because I just want to stay here with him in this place forever.
“You don't have to drink the tea,” he says.
“But I want to. It's so delicious.”
“It's disgusting and you know it.” He gives me a half grin that I find irresistibly sexy.
“No, it's… amazing.”
“Is that why your face winces every time you have a sip?”
“Well, it might be just a tad tart for my taste, but I am rather picky, so I don't want you to feel at all bad. It's the thought and all the effort that counts.”
“You’re a true diplomat.”
“It’s one of the few skills I have perfected.”
He snaps his fingers. “Let's add some more honey to it.”
“Yes, thank God! Because it really is awful.”
We both laugh, then share one of those gazing-into-each-other's-eyes-longingly moments that have been happening more and more often over the last two days. I want him so badly, there is literally nothing I can do to keep the thought of our nude bodies doing very naughty things to each other out of my mind.
“I found something while I was out getting that honey. I thought you might like to know about it,” he says in a low tone.
“Really?” I swallow hard, finding myself slightly afraid of his answer.
“Remember how, in your entire life, your greatest wish has always been to go skinny dipping?”
“I remember saying something to that effect.” My heart pounds in my chest while I wait for what he’s about to say next.
“There’s an extremely beautiful lagoon about half a mile from here.”
“Is there?” I ask in a breathy tone.
Nodding, Will says, “Crystal clear blue water fed by a gentle waterfall, surrounded by lush, green foliage.”
“Well, that sounds like the perfect place to…” I pause and stare him, then remembering myself, I say, “Wash our clothes.”
He gives me the sexiest look I have ever seen in my entire life. “Definitely. You know, you can wash your clothes in the rain?”
“Can you?” I ask, my voice thick with lust.
