Page 47 of The Vacation Mix-Up
Not wanting her to leave, because I like the effect I’m having on her, I toss her the earplugs I bought at the drugstore. “I got you these.”
She tries to catch them but fumbles, her arms flailing like a first-time juggler.
“They’re to help you sleep.”
“Th-Thanks.” She picks them up from the floor, wrinkles her nose, then places them on the bed beside her.
“So, did you go to theTitanicexhibit?”
“I did. It was great. Lots of flotsam recovered from the ocean. Very interest?—”
“Flotsam?” I scratch the back of my head. “What’s that?”
She stares at my arm, then blinks. “Uh… what?”
“Flotsam,” I repeat, “I don’t know what it is.”
“Oh, it’s wreckage and items from the ship.”
“Cool!”
“Yeah.” She blinks again. “Did you know three hundred and twenty-eight bodies were recovered in the waters near Halifax, and of those three hundred and twenty-eight, two hundred and nine were buried in Fairview Lawn Cemetery, including J. Dawson?”
I go to say no, but she keeps rambling.
“I thought it wastheJack Dawson from the movie, but according to the exhibit, and much to my disappointment, Jack is indeed fictional, because the headstone belonged to a coal shoveler named Joseph. I mean, what are the odds, right?”
I nod. “Right.”
She nods too. “Right.”
Smirking, because I’m enjoying flustered Riles, I stay where I am, waiting for her to make the next move.
“Right.” She springs up from the bed like a grasshopper and goes to step around me, one way and then the other, before bumping into the wall.
I chuckle. “You okay?”
“I’m fine.”
I stand my ground.
Her nostrils flare. “Are you going to move out of my way?”
Eyes locked on hers, a droplet of water leaves my hair and lands on my chest. She watches it fall down my stomach, her throat bobbing as she swallows, her breasts rising and falling.
Heat flushes through me, and I have the sudden urge to kiss her, my dick stirring beneath the towel.
“Move!” she growls.
I laugh. “Okay, okay. Ease up, Riles.”
“You ease up!” She stabs her finger at me, her apple cheeks ripening. “And… and… put some damn clothes on!”
Moving aside, I let her storm past me and out of the room, my eyes glued to the closed door as I slump onto the edge of my bed, the towel splitting apart.
“What the hell am I doing?” I ask no one, chuckling as I flop back onto the mattress and cover my face with my hands.
Ever since finding Riles in my cabin, I haven’t had the faintest idea what I’m doing. I’ve just gone with the flow, completely out of my comfort zone, yet somehow still comfortable.
