Schuyler“I’m sorry I answered your phone,” Calvin whispers into my ear. “I should have carried it over to you.”I want to let him know I’m not upset with him; I want to apologize for my ass of a brother, but if I speak, I might lose my paper-thin hold on my control. I nod slightly instead. My cheek rubs against his hard, bare pectoral. I feel his racing heartbeat. His heat soothes me. I tighten my arms around his waist, nuzzling my face against his skin.Calvin slides one hand into my hair, holding me tight to him, while his other lightly caresses my back. An alarm bell in my head warns me this is too intimate. It feels good, and right now, I need this. I’ll worry about the signals I might be sending him later.“Are you okay?” Calvin murmurs. “I mean, I know you’re physically okay, but...”I pull in a deep breath. His musky scent mingled with the outdoors nearly distracts me. I blink a few times, clearing the fog he created. I place my hands upon his chest and push back, looking up in
Calvin“What are you looking at?” Schuyler asks, pointing to my phone as we enter her bungalow.“Promise you won’t get mad?” I prompt, hiding my screen from her view.“I’ll try to keep an open mind,” she states, raising her brow.“I created an Instagram account for--” I point to her still swollen cheek. “I posted the pictures I took of ‘Mo.’ The guys added some comments, and believe it or not, @MoDoesMexico now has over 200 followers.”“No way. My bug bite has 200 followers?” She smiles at me before glancing at the feed on my phone. “I should be mad that you created this account.” She gives me a small glare, but it’s half-hearted. She scrolls to the top of the feed, looks at my posted photos in order and all the comments. “How did you guys come up with all of this? You’re creative––you should write fiction or something; you have a genuine talent.”I shake my head. “It all sparked from when I referred to your bite as ‘Mo.’ After that, we fed off each other’s comments. It’s crazy, right?
CalvinThe next day, as we approach the volleyball court, I wonder why Schuyler told us to go ahead without her. She claimed she wanted to finish her current chapter. Now that I think about it, she refrained from joining us in the pool this morning, too. She contentedly read on her lounger, remaining distant.With sides chosen, we volley the ball to warm up. As I monitor the location of the white ball hurling from side to side, I also anxiously watch for Schuyler’s arrival. Something’s up, it bothers her, and I want to help.To my relief, she joins us as we prepare to start the match. Schuyler quickly removes her cover-up and takes an empty spot in the front row. The serve is up, and the match begins.Our team plays with the same enthusiasm as we did last time. We bump, set, and block while we communicate with each other. I admire Schuyler’s long, lean-muscled body in her tiny, navy boy shorts and matching sports bra. She’s distracting. I struggle to follow the ball with her beauty and
CalvinMy eyes open in the dark room. It takes a moment for me to remember I’m napping in Schuyler’s room. Instantly, I’m acutely aware of her slender arm drapes across my bare chest and her long legs twine with mine. I force my breaths to remain steady so as not to wake her. The longer she sleeps, the longer I can enjoy her body snuggling with mine. Two days in Mexico have flown by. I fear I will never have my fill of Schuyler. Our relationship differs from any I’ve ever had. It’s deeper than I’ve experienced with other women, and it’s not even sexual. I can’t fathom how it might feel if we were to sleep together. I already feel my body gravitate toward her. I want to know more; I want to know everything about her.Her arm tightens around me at the same time she lifts her head from my shoulder. In the sliver of light peeking around the edges of the curtain, I see her wipe at her mouth. It’s then that I realize there’s a pool of moisture on my shoulder.“I’m sorry.” Her voice is hoars
SchuylerI’m happy to see Dallas sunning herself on a lounge chair by the pool as we emerge from our afternoon nap. While Calvin quickly hops in the pool with the rest of his group, I signal for Dallas to follow me.“What’s up?” she whispers as we walk from the pool area to the beach. “And where have the two of you been?” She waggles her eyebrows suggestively.I cross the hot sand to the shade of a palm tree. When Dallas joins me, I whisper, “He kissed me.” I then wait for her wisdom and advice.“Oh. My. God.” she squeals, hopping up and down, clapping. “Give me all the details!” Hands together, her fingertips patter against each other maniacally.“Stop,” I demand. “This isn’t good.”Dallas places her hands on my shoulders, looking sternly into my eyes. “This is the best thing to happen to you.”I shake my head. I came to the wrong person for advice.“How?” I’m desperate to understand how this could be a good thing.“You promised to have fun this week. Calvin kissing you is fun,” she s
SchuylerI intentionally sit opposite Calvin at dinner. The pull towards each other grew exponentially today after our pool-side kiss. Besides, from this side, I can flirt and tease him from a distance. I’m careful not to go too far. I only playfully flirt with him. I’m not so cruel to lead him on or suggest I’m ready for something I’m not. Perhaps it’s the dress giving me confidence and a mojo boost.With eyes closed, I groan out loud at the first bite of my appetizer; the crisp calamari with Buckaroo sauce engulfs my mouth.“You’ve got to try this,” I inform Calvin, extending a bite on my fork across the table for him. When he hesitates, I urge him, “C’mon! Don’t be afraid.”Calvin leans forward in his chair and allows me to place my fork in his mouth. I melt into a pool of mush when his full lips close around the tines, pulling back to slide the bite with him.I hope no one notices the full-body shiver that his action causes. My mind wanders to his mouth, tasting my body in the same
CalvinClimbing back into Schuyler’s bed seems as natural as if I do it every night. Being near her is easy and comfortable. I feel like I’ve found the other half of me, my soul mate.With my head propped on two pillows, I watch Schuyler turn on the ceiling fan, her fan on the floor, close the blackout curtains tightly, turn the flashlight from her phone on, shut off the overhead light, then dart to the bed, hopping on the mattress with a giggle.I fight the laugh, trying to escape. In the faint light from her phone, she squints at me.“What?” Schuyler demands, shutting off her phone light and snuggling under the covers.“That’s quite a routine,” I chuckle. “I especially like the sprint after turning off the light and the hop onto the bed.” I turn onto my side, facing her in the dark. “It’s the monster under the bed, isn’t it?”“Maybe,” she murmurs sheepishly.“I can’t sleep with a closet door open,” I confess. I’m sure she thinks I’m teasing, but I’m not.“Who’s turn is it?” she asks,
SchuylerThe two drinks I consume on the patio calm my nerves as the ocean waves pound against the sandy beach. I’ve enjoyed our conversation along with the soft, featherlike motion of Calvin’s fingertips on my arms, shoulders, and the back of my neck.I look up after placing my empty bottle on the cement beside me to find Calvin’s hooded eyes and luscious lips moving toward mine. I stifle a moan at the contact. They caress gently, slowly at first. In his kiss, I feel his want, his need, and his desire for me. It’s gasoline on the flames low in my belly.His hot, wet tongue glides along my lower lip suggestively. He’s ready for me to open up for him, to let him in. Like him, I want more. I press myself closer to him, my breasts longing to be free from their confinement to find friction against his chest. One large hand cups the back of my neck as the other presses on my lower back. He guides me with him as he stretches out on his lounger. His hands nestle me tight against him from my h