I'm lying in bed. The ceiling fan is clicking and the moonlight is striped on the wall next to me.

I pick up my phone to go through in hopes I may have some sort of message from Ben letting me know about the boys. Nothing from Ben

But, as I am putting my phone down, it buzzes. When I flip it over, it's Jack blowing up my phone.

"Hey girlfriend!"

"What's ya doin'?"

A series of hearts breaks up the texts

"Didn't know if you were free tomorrow afternoon? I'd like to take you to see the island."

I take a deep breath and start to smile. Jack is fun, I'll give him that.

"Sure." I text back.

I'm shaken by a knock at the door.  I guess Jack can't wait for an answer and decided ask me in person.

I open the door.

"Hi Isa."

"Suzanne?" I say, very surprised. "Are you ok? How did you find me?"

She steps closer to the porch light and I can see she has been crying.

"I was hoping to find you! I went to your bar and Sarah told me how to get to your villa."

"Are you ok?" I stand aside and invite her in. I turn on the lights and I can confirm, she has definitely been crying. "What happened?"

"I'm so sorry to bother you, but I have no one else to talk to."

"Sit down." I guide her to the small table near the kitchenette. "I thought you were on your way to the next port of call? Can I get you some water or something? Sorry I don't have more to offer you."

"I'll take some water, thank you."

As I'm pouring,  Suzanne starts in. "He has no time for me. We have only been married for 2 weeks. We are still on our honeymoon for fucks sake, and he has no time for me. All he does is talk on the phone. He talks to everyone but me. He is interested in everybody else, except me."

I sit a glass of water down in front of her and  I take a seat across from her. "How long are you supposed on your honeymoon?"

"A few months." Suzanne sobs into her glass of water. "But we are supposed to be together. We are supposed to be in love. We are supposed to be ...  He is supposed to pay attention to me."

Ok, so self-centered Suzanne isn't getting all the attention she deserves. "A few months?"

"Yes, It's all work stuff I guess. I don't know?" Suzanne goes into the bathroom and comes out with a wad of toilet paper to blow her nose and wipe her eyes. "He can't take time off? He can't take time off for me?"

"Suzanne," I get in her face so she is looking at me. "You are so lucky he is able to travel take that time off with you for so long. Your fairytale honeymoon. But, obviously, there must be some sort of an emergency at work." Her sobs are starting to stop as she looks at the situation from another perspective than her own.

"You think so?" Suzanne actually looks relieved.

"I'm sure he is under a lot of pressure trying to balance you and his company. I'm sure he wants nothing more than to have his honeymoon uninterrupted" Suzanne is now smiling.

"That's true. Thank you for listening." Suzanne says, I think she gets it. "Wow, what are you like a marriage counselor or something?" And she is quickly back to herself.

"No, I'm just trying to figure things out.

"Where's your hottie? I can't believe you, Isa Cushing, you hooked up with Jack Kendall."

"I'm not hooked up." I'm not sure if I really want to have this conversation with Suzanne. "We just met a week ago, we are just friends."

"I just saw him over at the bar turning away women. Telling them he has a girlfriend?"

"That's probably what he says all the time to women who throw themselves at him. It's a polite turn down."

"I don't think Jack is polite about turning women down. He has a reputation you know. Don't you read People?"

"No, Suzanne, I don't read People Magazine, And I didn't even know what 'Jack Kendall' looked like. When I met him, I just thought he was some beach bum who was living on an island trying to avoid real life."

"Well, in the article, he says he is thinking about quitting the music scene. He is done with his crazy schedules and just wants to be left alone. Besides, he hasn't come out with a big hit song in a long time."

"Oh, I didn't know that."

"He has never been married but always has a woman on his arm." Suzanne is proud of the research she's done. " People Magazine says.." and I cut her off.

"I'm not sleeping with him and I have no desire to get in any sort of relationship with Jack or any other man for that matter. You really shouldn't believe everything you read"


Suzanne seems to be over her initial scare with her husband, but I guess it's always easier to analyze someone's relationship if you have an outside perspective..

"What would think if I talked to my husband into staying on St John for a little bit? You and I could hang out and reconnect? We could become great friends!" Suzanne kind of pleaded.

I looked at her and nodded, "Sure, Suzanne, that sounds nice."

"How long are you here?"

"To be honest, I have no idea. I have no real plans to head back to Maine. I kinda like it here."

"Do you have anything more to drink?"

"Just water."

"Want to head next door? My husband is on the phone, and will be into the night."

"Sure, let me change. I was going to bed when you got here."

I changed back into cut-offs and a clean tank,  brushed my hair. "Let's go!"

"You aren't going to put any makeup on?" Suzanne reminded me.

"Ah. No?" I don't have any, but she doesn't need to know that.

Suzanne shrugged, "Ok, let's go!"

I slipped my flip flops on and we stepped outside onto the porch and headed down the sandy, moonlit path to the Beach Bar.  The breeze was warm and heavy and the salt smell from the waves breaking on the beach was intoxicating.

Jack was up on stage when we walked in off the sand. He looked over and immediately we locked eyes the red flags that Sarah and Suzanne warned me about were nowhere to be seen. And you would think I would be on high red-flag alert with what I just went through with Ben, but Jack is fun to be around even if it is just for my time here on Saint John.

Jack jumped down off his stool and came right over to me and Suzanne. All eyes in the bar that were once on Jack, are now on Jack and me.

"Isa, I didn't think you were going out tonight. Did you get my texts?"

"Hi. Ah, yes. I saw you texted." Honestly I forgot about his texts. "I'm sorry, I didn't respond, Suzanne stopped by and needed to talk and we decided to come out for a drink. I left my phone back in the villa. I didn't know you were playing tonight?"

Jack put an arm around me and kissed my cheek. "I was hoping I'd get to see you tonight "  he whispered in my ear and his breath tickled.

"Well now, let's hear some music!" I say smiling and I'm excited to hear him play.

"Hi Suzanne." Jack acknowledges and climbs back up on his stool.

Suzanne and I find a couple of seats at Sarah's bar. The first thing out of Sarah's mouth "He's been looking for you to show up here all night. You better watch out. He's a tickler."

"A what?" I say, a little shocked, a little embarrassed and a little annoyed.

"A tickler, you know. He tickles the girls." Sarah makes a tickling gesture with her fingers. "Although, I've never seen him like this, he never is this intent on waiting for anyone, let alone a girl."

"Tickles?" Red flushes over my tanned cheeks and my toes curl up away from my flops.

"He picks up a lot of women." Sarah explains. "But he seems pretty smitten with you."

I swallow a sip of my drink and change the subject by turning to Suzanne "Hi Suzanne, I'm glad you found her. Is everything ok now?"

Suzanne straightens up, "It is, thanks again."

"Suzanne and I went to the same high school, a long, long time ago." I say giving a reference on who she is. "We ran into each other when Jack and I were at breakfast this morning. She and her husband will be staying on the island for a bit."

"Where's your husband tonight?" Sarah asks  wondering why someone would go on vacation and not be out with their husband.

"He has to work,  but I'm sure he will join us later."

Sarah smiles and goes to wait on another couple across the U-shaped bar.

Up on the small wooden stage, Jack is alone and talking  to his microphone   "I only have time to play one more song. I just wrote it and I've been waiting for her to be here to sing it. So here it goes. Let me know what you think"

Jack picks a slow but catchy tune on his old, worn guitar, "This is called 'Old Beaches'" He says starts to sing:

She hides the bruises, beneath her sleeves,
A broken heart, no one believes,
Her spirit shattered, her dreams destroyed

Old beaches of the North

She almost loses it all
Broken and battered by the waves,

But she has better sands to run on,
She's stronger than she knows,
She's on a better beach free to grow.

She thought she was trapped
thought she couldn't sail
Get off the Old beach
when she found herself

and ran on glimmering sands
she's on that better beach now

She's a pretty girl,
Broken and battered by the waves
She has better sands to run on
And she's stronger than she knows
She's on a better beach now free to grow


She can do it alone
There's a world of love, that she's never known
And though the beach is long
But now she's on a better beach
breaking free and breathe



And as he sang this song, Jack stared right at me.

"What do ya'll think? Is it something I should record?" Jack asks the bar and every cheers.

"Sounds like your next hit, Jack!" Someone from a table screamed.

Jack took his guitar off and set in in the stand before heading my way.  I am completely embarrassed. I haven't shared that with anyone, at least not in that detail and Jack not only knows, he wrote a song about it.

"How much did you read?" I stare at Jack feeling very vulnerable.

"I'm sorry." Jack says, sincerely, "you have a story to tell, a big, important story to tell."

"You read my journal?" I say again.

"I didn't read it all." 

"How much?"

"Just what you left on the table when you showered." He took my hand, "What you described, your emotion, your pain, I'm so sorry that happened to you, but look how much stronger you are now. You're so strong" Jack continued quietly he was as personal as my journal, "And amazing."

"That was personal." Very calmly, I stand up and look at him. I'm hurt that he read something I wasn't ready to share with him. That I wasn't ready to share with anyone here. Embarrassment follows me as I head toward the beach. "Please leave me alone." And walk out.
I don't want my new friends to know that Isa. I walk back to my villa alone. No one chases after me. No one tries to stop me. No one tries to apologize to me. Jack knows I'm mad and I'm hurt. Hopefully, Jack doesn't share where he got the inspiration for his song with anyone.

What started out being a nice evening has ended being a crappy one.

I pull on my big oversized T-shirt and climb into bed, I turn my phone off and I fall asleep to the clicking of the ceiling fan and the tune to Jack's new song playing over and over in my head like a broken record.

First, it's very hard for me to get used to people driving on the left side of the narrow roads, I am in constant fear of being hit by a Jeep, and it would be my fault for walking in front of one.

Second, there are no sidewalks or shoulders to walk on, I am right up against thick brush or stone walls. There is no room for error.  Nowhere for me to go if I realize at the last minute that I am in the wrong and I need to get out of the way of someone driving.

A rumbling stomach woke me up, interrupting a wonderful dream of waffle eating.  I stumbled over to the fridge to see if there might be anything in there to eat, I might have forgotten about. But when I open the door, nothing.

I changed into a t-shirt and cutoffs and slid into my flip-flops and headed off to a little café I saw on a brochure and have some breakfast.

Beep – Beep – Beep

I pressed against the wall so I wouldn't get hit by a driver travelling the narrow road.  Recognizing the deafening sound of the vehicle with no exhaust as stops next to me, I turn my head relieved to see Jack vibrating with the rough engine.

I peel myself off the stone and brush the sand from the mortar off my t-shirt and arms and safely walk over to the passenger side to say hello. Jack was smiling, "Jump in! I'll take you where you need to go!"


I'd made up my mind last night that I wouldn't spend more time with Jack. We're just too different, and I'm in no place for a relation. But, it's very hard for me to get used to people driving on the left side of the narrow roads, I am in constant fear of being hit by a Jeep, and it would be my fault for walking in front of one.

Plus, there are no sidewalks or shoulders to walk on, I am right up against thick brush or stone walls. There is no room for error.  Nowhere for me to go if I realize at the last minute that I am in the wrong and I need to get out of the way of someone driving. 

So maybe the safest decision to make is to accept the offer of a ride. It'll just be a few minutes together. That's not breaking my promise to myself.

I accept his offer and jump in figuring a ride in his Jeep, although it feels super dangerous, isn't nearly as dangerous as walking on this road. I won't think I am going to die every time a Jeep passes by me anymore.


"Hi ya!" I kiss his cheek and with a huge smile, "I'm so glad to see you!"

"Where are we going"

"I had a dream about waffles this morning. I'm so hungry." I sit back in my seat and buckle up. "I was headed somewhere to get some breakfast."

"Just waffles?" putting the Jeep in gear, we pull away. I can't hear anything else he says. I just smile and nod as his he mouths words I can't hear." and hold on for the ride. When an on coming
Jeep passes us, Jack beeps and waves a friendly wave returning the beep and wave from the other driver.

Minutes later, we drive into the parking lot of a cute little shack-type restaurant that overlooks Galge Cove. Jack turns off the ignition and takes my hand. His hand is warm and strong, and the calluses on his fingers are rough against my skin. Butterflies spring to life in my stomach, and I realize I'm (something attraction). Didn't I say just last night that I wasn't going to allow myself to fall for another man again?

"I'm so glad I ran into you this morning," he says with a squeeze to my hand.

"I'm glad you didn't run into me!" I reluctantly pull my hand from his. "But I'm happy to see you. I'm starving!"

"Let's get you fed" He leads me around to the back of the building. It is a large, covered deck high up on a hill that have a beautiful view of the bay.

"Is there any restaurant on the island that doesn't have a perfect view of the water?" I don't think I could ever get used to how beautiful this island is.

"Let's sit over here" Jack guides me over to the high top at the far edge of the deck, away from the few diners who are eating. "Is this Ok?" I nod and Jack pulls my chair out for me.

"Thank you" Jack helps me climb up on the tall chair and sat down across from me. The waiter came right over with menus.

"Hello Mr. Kendall." The waiter knows him. He turns to me, "Hello. Can I bring you some Coffee?"

"Yes, that sounds delicious. Thank you."

"Make that two." Jack added. The waiter set the menus down and hurried away.

"Is there anywhere on the island that people don't know you?" I look at him with curiosity and a little bit of amazement that I had no idea who he was. I reach across the table for his hand; I'm not ready to stop holding it yet.

"It's a small island, I told you, everyone who lives here knows who lives here."

"I know. But like when we were driving, and the guy beeped, and you beeped back."

"That's what everyone does here regardless of if you know the person or not."

"Well, you should stop that."

Jack chuckles as the waiter sets our coffees down and walks away "Why? Just cream? Right?" Jack proceeds to pour some cream into my coffee and sets it in front of me.

"Well, it's dangerous, Beeping your horn all the time could set your airbag off." All I can think of is beeping the horn for some frivolous reason and it exploding in your face breaking your nose and front teeth.

Now Jack is outright laughing at me. "I don't think that's how airbags work, even if my Jeep had airbags."

"What? This doesn't have any airbags?" My brow lowers and voice flattens. "It's more dangerous than I thought!" I am completely serious about this, this Jeep is not safe.

"Don't worry, I'm I good driver, I won't let anything happen to you."

"It's not your driving, it's your vehicle that worries me." 

Our waiter comes back to take our order. I take a sip of my coffee and watch over my mug as Jack orders for us. My stomach grumbles with the words waffle and bacon.

"I'll put your order in. Can I bring you anything else to drink?" He is almost too polite and professional for this very casual restaurant.

Jack and I look at each other, "Isa, would you like anything? You are on vacation."

"I will if you will." I shrug and set my coffee down. What am I doing? It's still morning!

"Two mimosas, if you have some mango, add some of that too. Thank you." He quickly walks off leaving us to stare at each other.

Every time I am with Jack, I notice a new thing about him. Today, I am really noticing what a nice head of hair he has. It's a dumb thing to focus on, he really does have nice hair, and he shouldn't wear a hat all the time.

"So." Jack reaches both hands across the table to hold my free hand not holding my coffee.
"What's your plan for the rest of the day?"

"I was just going to get something to eat and then go back to the beach." My finger strokes his knuckles as he shifts his weight in his seat and leans to the side.

"Why don't you hang out with me today?" Jack smiles warmly at me. "I want to show you the island."

"You don't have anything better to do than show some tourist around?" I laugh at tourist, because that's what I am.

"I would like nothing else. I can't think of a more perfect way to spend my day."

Our waiter returns with our mimosas and sets them down. "Your meals should not be very long."

"Thank you." I say, remembering how hungry I am. The waiter spins around and leaves us again.

"Sounds like fun. I'd love to go." Jack smiles with my answer and my heat skipped a beat. I like that he smiles a lot.

Our meals arrive and I devour my waffles before Jack finishes his. Completely unlady-like, but I was very hungry.

"I like a woman who likes to eat." My heart thumps. Is this an insult or a compliment? "I like a woman who appreciates good food."

"Oh, well, you don't have to worry about that with me." It's a strange feeling to enjoy something as simple as breakfast and not be made to feel bad about it because of the person you are with, but enjoy it more because of the person you are with.

We finish our drinks and head out to the Jeep. "Please. Don't beep the horn." I beg before Jack turns the key and he won't be able to hear me.

"If it makes you feel safer, I won't." He grasps my knee with one hand and holds my chin with the other. I can't move. I don't object when his tongue cautiously explores my mouth, and when and I kiss him back. My heart races. I reach for his neck hold him to extend the kiss longer.

A Jeep pulls into the spot next to us to park destroying our moment and leaves me hanging.

"You're so sweet." Jack murmurs in a soft voice.

"That's the syrup" Jack smiles and turns the ignition The noise starts, "Buckle up!" I caution, and we pull out onto the narrow road where he found me earlier that morning.

Jack drove me around the scenic island loop that follows the perimeter of Saint John.  Every time we would stop at a beautiful empty beach or an overlook with a breathless view, Jack would stop the Jeep and we would get out to gaze at the view.

Jack would tell me about the history of the location and then we would playfully and innocently kiss like high school kids. Except, I'm 29 and Jack is 48.

Pointing toward some very nice buildings and some athletic fields, Jack pulls over and turns off the noise. "What is that over there?"

"That's The Gifft Hill School." Jack puts on his tour guide voice. "It's a private school. Pre-school to twelfth grade I think. If I had kids, they would be going there."

The jovial Jack that was here a minute ago is gone. I can see that not having kids is a sad subject for him.

"You don't have any kids? Do you want them?"

"I don't have any that I'm aware of, anyway. Besides, It wouldn't have been fair, with my lifestyle and all." He slides his hands to my waist "I do have regrets."

"There is still time. You can still have a family."

"Oh, I wish I could." He looks at me, "I have a confession but I don't want you to run."

Oh boy! Here it comes! "What?"

"You're young. A lot younger than me." I nod, I am younger. "I had a vasectomy early on in my career. I didn't want to risk fathering a child with someone that..." and there was silence.

"I can fill in the blanks." I'm not sure I want to hear this. It's really none of my business.

"I led a very fast life, I never settled down. I never wanted to settle down."

"And now?" This is really none of my business.

"And now, I'm tired. I missed out on a lot." He pulls me closer. "Don't get me wrong, I've had a great life, I love singing, but I have missed out on having a family. So, a few years ago. I had a revision."

"A revision? They can do that?"

"The doctors tried to reverse the vasectomy. Well at least they tried. The doctors don't think they were successful." Jack's blue eyes dulled as he stared down at his empty hands. "I was hoping to meet someone and..." He doesn't finish his sentence.

How does he know that the revision didn't work? Is there some sort of test? Or, did he try to start a family with someone and it didn't work out? So many questions but not the right time to ask.

"Why couldn't you have both." I look up at him to meet his eyes. From what I've seen, he could make someone a wonderful husband.

"It wouldn't have been fair." Jack shrugs his shoulders and looks out over at some kids near the school. "I was living a crazy lifestyle that I wasn't ready to give up. A wife and a child or children didn't deserve that from me." I listen to Jack speak as if he has been carrying a huge weight "I don't want to be selfish anymore."

"Then don't be selfish." It's as easy as that. "Jack, there is plenty of things you can do."

Funny that I am the one giving advice coming from what I have gone through and what I'm going through.

Releasing my waist, Jack steps back, his voice small "What do you mean?"

"There are many things you can do. Do you want kids? Get a second opinion, adopt, marry someone with kids." I wish I was better at living my life as I am seeing how others should live theirs. "You could retire, cut back, produce, write songs, write a book, open restaurants. You should be writing my ideas down."

"Head over to the Beach Bar?" Jack puts his arm around my shoulder. "I should be writing this down, you're right."

As we are buckling ourselves back in the Jeep, "You're right. This is a very nice school; I'd love to send my little ones here. It's so pretty and peaceful." Palm trees all around with a tropical beach in the background. How can the students get any studying done?

Jack turns and smiles before he starts up the very loud Jeep and we head to the bar.

#


Sarah is working the bar and waves when we walk in.  "Hi guys!"  We sit down and she comes around from behind the bar and gives me a hug. "How is your day going?"

"Jack took me on a tour of the island. It's so pretty." I reach over and rest my hand on Jack's lap.

"Usual?" Sarah asks Jack but I'm sure it's really not a question.

"Please!" Jack says. I can tell that what he told me is still weighing on his mind.

"Enough about me. I'm depressing. Let's talk about you."

"You are not nearly as depressing as me, I'm on vacation, so I hide it better right now."

"Indefinite vacation?"

"I like to think of it as an 'open-ended vacation'"

"Like an open-ended airline ticket?"

"Exactly." I take a big sip out of my drink. "When I'm close to running out of money and if I still don't have a plan, then it's time to head out. Make a decision. Go somewhere. That's what I need to do "

"So we need to work on you too." We both smile and decide to put our major life decision making off for another time and just enjoy each other's company. "Thanks for today."

"What do you mean? You are the one who drove me around all day. Thank you!" I give his havd a little squeeze.

We went back to our conversation before Jack's vasectomy confession. Just keeping it light. Two people having fun getting to know each other.

We ordered some spicy peel and shrimp for dinner and ate as the sun was setting.  I was at the point where the rum was making me tired and called it a night.

"Wanna walk me back to my villa?" I ask, holding Jack's hand and rubbing it with my thumb.

"You ready? I'll walk you back."

"I just got really tired. I want to go." Unsteadily, I stood up. "Bye Sarah, See you tomorrow?"

"I'll be here." Giving her a wave, we step out from under the thatch of the Tiki style roof of the bar and onto the beach.

Jack put his arm around me to keep me from falling over and we headed down the beach, stopping every few steps for a romantic kiss in the moonlight.  We got to my door and went in.

"Thanks again, Isa." Hugging me tight, "You don't know how nice it is to have someone I can finally talk to who doesn't have something to gain from me." We rocked, he wouldn't let go.

"Stay."

"You want me to?"

"Yes, Stay."

I got out of my shorts and unhooked my bra and let it fall from under my t-shirt. Jack undressed down to his boxers. We climbed into my bed and shut of the light.

"I'm just going to hold you tonight. All night."

"Okay, but we can in the morning? Right?"

"Yes."

I rolled on my side and Jack was behind me. He held me tight. Our bodies fit perfectly together. His body wrapped around every one of my curves leaving no space. I would think some people would find this claustrophobic, but not me, not tonight. I need to be touched and I think Jack does too.

"You're wrong." I say with my eyes closed, half asleep.

"I am?"

Yawning. I mumble. "I do want something from you."

"What's that?"

"I want you make the Jeep a little safer, maybe put a door or two on."

Jack laughs sleepily, "I'll see what I can do." He squeezes me gently and I can feel his breath on my shoulder as he speaks. "Goodnight Isa Diane Cushing"

"Nope, that's not it." And I drift back to sleep.

#

"You're perfect" Jack whispers in my ear. I am still in a dream.

"Humm?" I stretch and He leans in to kiss my shoulder.

"Are you awake?"

"No." I clench my eyes tight and groggily mumble. "Go back to sleep."

I feel him prop himself up on his elbow, "Well, I'm wide awake."

"What time is it?"

"6:15" Running his fingers down the length of my exposed arm to the tip of my index finger. I get goosebumps.

I'm still dreaming. "Why are you up so early?" I refuse to open my eyes as he laces his fingers with mine. Overnight, my T-shirt scrunched up, exposing my back to Jack's hard, naked chest. I can feel his warm heart beating against my back.

"I always get up this early." Jack has way too much enthusiasm,

Rolling so my back is to the room and my hair drapes my face keeping the light out. "Why? Why would you do that?" The pillow muffles my voice.

Jack tugs on my ear with his lips. "You don't want to get up with me?" His fingers waking my skin as they travel down my side tracing a path to  my hip and pausing when they came to my white cotton panties, when I don't resist, he plays with the waistband. Running his teasing finger along the inside softly, sparks trailing from his fingertips. My head might not be awake, but my nerve endings are making up for it.

Now I remember my dreams from last night. My erotic dreams. My Jack Dreams.

Finally, his fingers move away from my waist, and I think I'll finally get some relief from the electricity of his touch, but the ache that's building low in my belly grows as he drags his hand up my back. The calluses – from years of playing the guitar, I guess – catch on each bump and hollow of my spine. He combs through my hair, stroking it before he brushes it away exposing the nape of my neck.

Holding my shoulder still while softly kissing every inch of my sensitive skin, Jack moves closer to me as I roll back on to my side. Even though the temperature in the room is very warm, I have chills. No chance of falling back asleep now.

Jack's arm muscles flex as hugs me from behind and I can feel him hard, pressing against my thigh.

"I wasn't expecting this." I say softly not wanting to spoil the dream. "I wasn't expecting you."

"I have wanted you since I bumped into you that day in the water." Just when I thought he couldn't get any closer to me, he did.

"Really?" Surprised hearing this for the first time.

"When I saw you later that day, I knew I had to get to know you better." He kissed behind my ear. More chills. "When I saw you, my heart raced, I didn't know what to say. I felt like an awkward school boy."

I giggled and relaxed into his hold. "I thought you were an Olympic swimmer." Reaching around, I felt for his hard body. "A hot Olympic swimmer."

Jack moved his hand to my belly just above my panties. My hand closed over his and guided it beneath the cotton and letting him feel how wet he has made me.

"I guess you like hot Olympic swimmers."

"Apparently."