Maybe that’s fine, says my hazy b
rain.
When Hugo sinks his tongue deep into my pussy and finds that deadly spot, I instantly explode.
“Yes! Holy fucking shit! Yes!”
Hugo’s chest rises and falls rapidly and his eyes gleam in the dim morning light as he watches me come. He cups my face and kisses me gently on the lips, and my insides melt into soft warm caramel.
“I love you, my precious Laney.”
I have to bite my lip.
“No one has ever called me that before,” I say.
“Good,” he replies. “Then I’m the first and the last. You’re mine and I’m never leaving you again. I promise I’ll—”
I don’t let him finish, but instead press our lips together in a deep, life-affirming kiss.
Hugo takes me out on the charter boat he sometimes captains to earn a living. He says he wants me to see a special spot he thinks I will like. He drives the boat around the east side of the island, away from the resort, to a hidden cove surrounded by forested mountains. When he drops anchor, he says. “Let’s go for a swim.”
I look around.
“How do you know it’s safe to swim here? How do you know there aren’t any sharks?”
“Because I know this whole area like the back of my hand. It’s my business to know it, literally. Do you trust me?”
Instead of telling him I trust him, I stand on the front of the boat and jump into the water.
I feel as though nothing can touch me, until it does. Something smooth bumps and slides next to me. I try not to panic, but I do let out a yelp. I turn and see that it’s a dolphin—several dolphins—swimming circles around me, wanting to play.
“Oh my god!” I am speaking in a shaky voice that’s somewhere between a laugh and a cry.
“Did you know about this?”
He says nothing at first; just watches.
I’m overjoyed to be swimming with these magnificent creatures for the first time in my life. It’s a dream come true. Hugo watches me for a moment, looking very proud of himself for making me so happy.
And he should. He should be proud of himself.
As I tread water and stare at his golden visage in the boat, I tell him there’s only one thing missing.
“Come on in, the water’s fine.”
He strips down to his swim shorts and follows suit, swimming up to kiss me in the water. Our salty kisses are interrupted by nudges from our new friends, who clearly want to play.
We both laugh and turn our attention to the dolphins.
“That was a rude interruption,” he jokes.
“Get used to it if you ever want kids,” I say before thinking. I check his response, worried for a moment that I’ve been too forward.
He swims back to me and circles his arms around my waist and pulls me back in for another kiss. “One kid, three, five, twelve—I think between the two of us we’ll always be able to find a way to be alone.”
“If there are twelve of them, then we’ll definitely never be alone again,” I reply.
“You’ll just have to trust me. We’ll always find a way back to each other. Do you trust me?”