I have no idea what he is going to decide, so I simply wait for whatever conclusion he comes to.
Then Salt’s eyes lift toward the slopes, tracing the line of the fence visible in the distance, atop the elongated hill, with an almost longing expression.
I am almost certain Salt wants to escape the island as soon as possible.
At the same time, I can guess he must be stuck in a serious dilemma: to have sex with me or to run right away.
One fact stands out. Despite being twenty-two, Salt has never had any sexual experience. What does that say about him? Sex was never his priority; it might not be tempting enough for him to delay his plans.
Especially now, with a metaphorical gun pressed to his temple, why would he yield?
And I couldn’t blame him. He protected that part of himself for years, only to be forced to give up his v-card under what is basically blackmail?
The rest of the day passes in a strange atmosphere. Salt is withdrawn and lost in thought, while I stay glued to my laptop.
There are, however, moments when something clearly flares up in him: his eyes dart toward me, his cheeks flush, and a faint slick scent, mixed with a subtle candy note, drifts through the air. But I can see he’s making an effort to control it, almost brutally restraining his aroused energy. Is theheatstorm inevitably gathering inside him?
In the afternoon, thankfully, there are couples yoga classes.
They take place in an open hall with no ‘u’ screens, so there is no risk of being forced into sex here.
Yoga in this place is mostly relaxation and stretching, especially positions focused on loosening the muscles of the pelvis, glutes, and thighs. Paradoxically, it helps me relax a little, even though my head is still a mess, and I think it helps Salt too.
I get praised several times by the instructor, who turns out to be, surprise, no surprise, Pip, for my flexibility. He seemsgenuinely impressed when, asked directly, I admit that I can do both a side split and a front split. A few times he comes closer and lightly touches me in places where he thinks I could stretch even further, which immediately earns him an openly hostile look from Salt, who practically stabs him with his eyes.
For me, at this stage, it’s pointless to even react; Pip is doing it on purpose, the program instructions! Clearly, it still irritates Salt.
After dinner, we head back home.
I am still not sure what decision Salt has made. He seems deeply absorbed in his thoughts.
Soon, he goes to the bathroom, but rather unexpectedly, he leaves the door open.
I hesitate, wondering if this is some kind of invitation or not. But I decide to walk over anyway.
I stop in the doorway and see Salt leaning against the edge of the bathtub, looking at me expectantly.
"Maybe we could try out the bathtub," he says in a slightly tense voice that is a mix of provocation and shyness.
I am not sure whether this is part of some bigger plan or not, but I nod.
Salt undresses, and then, glancing at me, he bends forward just enough for me to see what is tucked between his cheeks. I almost let out a gasp.
Salt is wearing a dildo, inserted deeply inside him!
"Oh wow, is that the expanding one?" I blurt out.
Salt sighs with a hint of bitterness. "Yeah. I’ve been wearing it all day, ever since the doctor’s visit."
Silence falls.
Salt turns toward me, and our eyes meet.
He’s standing naked in front of me now, and my gaze drops instinctively to his smooth chest, swollen nipples, the line oftattoos along his side, then to his shaved groin. His penis is half-hard.
"I think we should have sex, Eliano… if you agree," he says after taking a breath. "But first, I want to tell you my story, and I want you to tell me yours."
There is a strange gravity in his voice.
