"Actually, wait." I can’t do this halfway anymore. I swear to God, I’m gonna lose my mind if I don’t do it.
"Gio," I say, quieter now. "Let’s have sex."
I say it. And no, I don’t regret it. Not even a little. I need it. I’ve reached this humiliating, feral point where holding it in hurts more than saying it.
Where my body already makes the decision weeks ago and my mouth is just catching up. A tiny sound slips from his throat, surprised. He covers his mouth fast, and he pulls back from me. We both go still.
Up above, footsteps.
"Strange tide today," says that man, echoing slightly against the rock. The guy from the meeting. He’s right above us, talking to himself. I’m so fucking scared right now.
"Should’ve brought a damn hat…"
Gio breathes through his nose, eyes locked on mine, like he’s afraid even blinking will make a sound. I’m still panting from what almost happens. I’m going to die.
I’m going to pass out right here in the water from panic and arousal and shame and everything. I close my eyes.
Please go away. I hear footsteps, then silence. I open my eyes and see Gio very slowly lifting his head. He peeks around the rock. Nothing. Empty.
He exhales sharply, then turns to me.
His hand grabs mine fast.
"Let’s move," he says. We push out from under the overhang, swimming fast, kicking up water everywhere.
We scramble for our towels and bags, grabbing clothes with slippery fingers. My pulse is still erratic, everything in me soaked and on edge.
We run.
49) Can You Draw Me?
Rava
We stumble out of the bathroom both soaking wet.
Everything’s super foggy. I’m half blind as I grab a towel and start rubbing it through my hair, trying to get the worst of it out so he won’t complain later that I’m getting the bed wet.
Gio doesn’t even try.
He just collapses face-first on the mattress. Shirtless.
He stretches out like a sun-drenched animal. I tear my gaze away. There’s this tiny, annoying weight sitting in my chest.
I feel a bit… embarrassed. Because I never get an answer.
Did he even hear me in there?
When I told him I want to have sex?
Did he hear and decided to ignore it?
Did he hear and think nope and just… change the subject?
I have no idea. And it’s killing me not to ask. I want to ask so many things.
Did you hear me?
Do you want me too?
