“It’s done.” She clutches the phone to her chest like it’s a Bible as we walk to the couch.
“Relax.” I sit next to her and pat her bare knee. “This is part of life in the limelight, isn’t it? You have to deal with the occasional PR flop.”
“I know, but it’s hard to move on from the embarrassment. I mean, my ass is on the internet. Myass.”
I grind my teeth, close to cracking a few molars as I attempt to tamp down the mental images of said ass. One I want to sink my fingers into again.
But I fucking can’t.
“Let’s watch the movie,” I bite out more harshly than intended.
If she notices, she doesn’t comment. Instead, she sets her phone facedown on the coffee table and settles her back into the cushions, which curve around her. This pillowy piece of furniture definitely passes the comfort test.
I could easily sleep on the damn thing if Sam weren’t next to me.
Once she pressesPlayon the remote, she sips her drink, then licks her lips, all while I force myself to watch the movie instead of her.
Ten minutes in, my leg starts bouncing. I’ve never been so fucking tense.
Another ten minutes later, the smell of butter is long gone from the room, and she curls into a ball, tucking her feet underneath her. She stretches across most of the couch until her hair tickles my shoulder.
My body hardens.
And my leg stills.
The air around us is charged with intoxicating heat between us.
“I have a better idea.” She stops the movie and nods out to the infinity pool. “Why don’t we enjoy our drinks out there? We haven’t christened it yet, and the water is calling to me.”
“You haven’t had enough? All we’ve done is swim.” I chuckle, but it’s strangled.
“We need to celebrate harder than this movie and popcorn.” She jumps up, and her tits bounce along with her.
Wait… is she not wearing a fucking bra?
I gape as she skips to her room, extra enthusiasm in each step.
“Put your swimsuit on!” she calls out from behind the door, like she knows I haven’t moved.
Does she know why, though? If she did, would she run back to her old room to get away from me?
Sam said our time together was impulsive. Spontaneous. A product of the island, like if we hadn’t succumbed to its charm, it would’ve been disappointed.
She made it clear that’s where we stand.
Just friends.
Besides, we had a good day, especially after the awkward morning we spent in silence. I don’t want to risk ruining it by giving in to temptation a second time.
No matter how badly I want to.