He doesn’t budge.
“Hutch,” I say in my normal voice.
Still nothing.
“Hutch!” I yell.
His eyes pop open, and he looks around wildly.
“What? What is it? A lizard?” he says, his eyes wide.
I turn to look up at him.
“I’m stuck under you, and I have to pee,” I explain.
“Oh. Right,” he replies.
He lifts his arm, and I sit up and rub my eyes. I notice he keeps the pillow strategically over his erection. I can’t help myself. I decide to mess with him.
“Uh, you want to go first?” I ask.
“No. Uh, it’s fine. I can use the little powder room down here,” he says.
I giggle. “Powder room?”
“Half bath, whatever you call it,” he mumbles.
“No, please, use the powder room,” I insist.
He glares at me.
I smirk as I get up, and just when I reach the top step, I turn to him. “Just make sure you point that thing down. I’m sure your friend wouldn’t want pee on his ceiling in his powder room,” I tease as I open the bathroom door to the sound of his groan down below.
I can’t wipe the smile from my face as I rinse off after using the facilities. I’m still smiling when I walk back downstairs.
“Laugh it up, buttercup,” he says as he grabs some water from the mini fridge.
“Oh, I will,” I state, swiping the water from his hand. He glares at me again and grabs another one.
“So grumpy,” I say with a grin.
After a day at the beach and a trip into Old San Juan to see the fort and historic district, most of us are lounging around the pool. Kasen taught Ava to cannonball, and Bray is now launching her off his knee into the deep end of the pool.
Hutch and I are drifting around the far side of the deep end on rafts that might as well be lounge chairs, while everyone else is either lying out around the pool or in the kitchen snacking.
“Do you know where your dad is from on the island?” Hutch asks out of the blue.
I jerk my head to the side. “Uh, no.”
“And you haven’t been here before?” he asks.
“Nope. He never wanted to come here,” I state. “I mean, he never really was around much, so…” I trail off with a shrug and run a hand through the water.
“I’m sorry,” he says, his eyes meeting mine.
“Yeah, well. You can’t miss what you never really had, right?” I reply, attempting to lighten the mood.
“True, but you knew him, so he was around at some point. Right?” he asks. I nod. “I mean, my family has been weird since the accident, but my whole childhood was pretty normal, average family crap,” he says.
