“Unless you want to help?”
He nods and grins. “Turn around.”
I hand him the sunscreen. He puts it onto my back. I close my eyes for a second as he rubs. The skin-to-skin contact, it’s blissful. Once he’s done, he turns around and I put sunscreen on his back.
He’s so broad, and I love how he feels with the sunscreen on him.
He’s so slick.
“Am I good?” he asks.
“Yep. All safe.”
“Awesome.” He takes a step away. “Race you to the water?”
“You’re on.”
We both tear off, sprinting toward the ocean.
Jason and I are sitting on a bench in front of the path to the beach. There isn’t a cloud in sight.
It’s been another perfect day.
I don’t want to leave.
I don’t want to go back to Florida.
I’d stay here forever if I could.
We’re listening to his playlist, with one earbud each, and he hashis arm around me. His songs are all fast-paced and electronic. So, not my usual thing, but I’m into it, because he likes it.
He smells like salt, and he’s so warm. I can feel it even through his shirt. His stare is fixed on the horizon. This close, I can see his jawline is just starting to show signs of honey-brown stubble. It’s lighter than the hair on his head. I’m jealous, because it looks even, and my facial hair is still so patchy.
He rubs my arm. I nestle against him.
It’s time.
Or, it’s close enough for me. The song we were listening to ends.
I notice he’s shaking.
“Hey,” I say. “What’s up?”
“I think I’m going to be sick.”
I move a little away from him. “Like, actually, or…”
He leans forward, and starts breathing deeply. He’s hunched over, and his shoulders are raised.
I don’t know what to do.
He turns to face me. He’s gone so pale. “Listen, Matt.”
“Yeah?”
“I know you said you were going to talk about your family.”
Oh fuck.