“Stop, Marty! I also need coffee, and food, and I want to ask you something. Something important,” I say, and I do. I nearly asked earlier, but I was scared. Scared to break the perfect dream-like state I was in as we made love without words.
His movements halt and he looks across at me. “What is it?”
“After Ibiza,” I say slowly. “Did you get tested?”
“Like STIs?” he asks after a beat.
“Yes,” I say.
“Yeah, like twice. I went once by myself. Then my mum dragged me there herself because she didn't trust the results I showed her.”
“I'm sorry she did that,” I say.
“I'm sorry I gave her reason not to trust me.” He sighs. “You probably don't believe me, but I was actually quite careful in Ibiza. I did a lot of stupid things during that time, but messing with other people's health, and my own, wasn't one of them. At least not inthatway.”
“I believe you.” I place a hand on his chest, playing with the sparse hair that's there, feeling the solidity of his muscles under smooth warm skin. “And no problems?”
“None, I've been celibate since then,” he says.
“I’m also in the clear, and until you, celibate since my divorce.”
“You got tested?”
“After my divorce, yes, I was quite keen to move on. Have sex with others, and so it seemed like the right thing to do, as well as continuing to take my pill. Honestly, I also considered it research. The whole process has changed quite a lot since my own youth. It's easier now.”
“Oh, yeah, it's quite a laugh really. The nurses love me,” he says.
“I bet they do.” I smile and shake my head.
“Why did you want to ask me about that, Jenna?” he asks, but his tone tells me he already knows why.
I pull in a breath. “Because, I want to feel you. All of you.”
His eyelids pull down, almost closed. “Fuck, yes,” he whispers, and he presses against me again, not thrusting this time. He bends to give me a kiss, which I take but don't deepen.
“Just not now,” I say against his lips.
“What?” He pulls back.
“I need coffee and breakfast, and to pee, and to shower and brush my teeth. I'm not sure what order I need those things to happen in, but I know I need them all.”
He bends down to flick his tongue over my nipple. “Really? That's what you need?”
I moan with pleasure but still move away.
“Do you trust me, Marty?” I say as I stand up and look down at him over my shoulder.
“I'm questioning it right now, but yes,” he says, stroking his cock now and that nearly undoes all the resolve I have. I'm going to make him do that for me at least once today, fist himself until he comes, preferably all over my breasts or my tongue.
I close my eyes, shutting off the temptation at the source.
“Then, let’s wait. You'll be amazed how good a little anticipation will feel.” I walk to the bathroom.
Minutes later, I find Marty in the kitchen, making us both coffees. He’s wearing the other hotel robe and my smile is impossible to hide. When he goes to sit outside at the table next to the pool, exactly where I was going to suggest we have breakfast, I feel giddy with the synchronicity even though it's not an impossible coincidence he would want to sit there too when the sun is still low in the hazy blue-pink sky and the air still has that clear, calm smell. As I pick up the phone to order us breakfast, I glance at the clock and call my brother to request a favour, which he doesn't even hesitate to agree too.
“You don't even sound tired,” I say to him the breakfast order is also placed. “But you must be. Yesterday was a long day.”
“This job is just a series of long days. I am high on adrenaline and success right now,” he says with a yawn. “Can you thank Marty again for me? He really did save me.”
