Page 26 of Shameless
“Your cabana for the afternoon is this way,” the tour guide said. We anchored on the shore and waded through the water after jumping off the boat and followed him across the sand to an open cabana.
“We don’t need to be guests of the hotel?” I questioned. This wasn’t what I’d had in mind at all.
“No señor. Is this cabana okay?”
“Yeah, sure,” I replied. What else were we going to do? I’d pre-paid for the trip and everything.
“They will bring you lunch shortly.”
“Great, thanks.”
“I’ll return when it’s time to leave.”
“Sure, thing.”
The guy left, and Sarah and I placed our towels on the lounge chairs inside the open cabana. A bucket with snorkeling gear sat on the table between the two chairs.
“Show me how to snorkel?” I asked and gestured to the gear. I hadn’t gone with the ladies when they went on their snorkeling adventure. Instead, I had visited the resort's business center and jumped on my email to check the time for all the activities I had booked. I could have easily booted up my cell, but I didn’t want to see how many texts or voicemails were waiting for me. I wasn’t prepared to see or not see Stacey’s name pop up either, so it was best I logged into my email on a computer and not have to worry about it.
“I mean, it’s pretty easy,” Sarah teased.
“Another first for me.” I grinned.
“We need to make a list and work on them all for you.”
“I like the sound of that.” I especially liked the sound of spending more time with her. When she suggested we meet up in Vegas when the Mezcal arrived at her place, I was all for it. Luis had mentioned it would be about four days before the infusion was done, and then they would ship it to us. Well, to her. I wasn’t sure how long it would take to ship, but I didn’t want to go days without seeing Sarah after the last six days we shared.
“All right, let’s go.” Sarah slipped off the sundress covering her bikini, and then grabbed the gear and handed me a face mask and snorkel. “I’m assuming you know how to put these on?”
I stuck my tongue out at her. “Of course, I do.”
“I wasn’t sure since we’re about to pop your snorkeling cherry.”
God, this chick. She had a way of busting my balls but also making me get all tingly at the same time. “Let’s not talk about popping cherries unless you want to help me with another first while we’re still in Mexico.”
“What’s that?”
“International sex.”
“I … uh …”
“I’m joking,” I lied. I wanted to taste her so badly, but I was trying to behave myself. But how much longer could I take it? Each day was getting harder and harder, and I was torn because I didn’t want to treat Sarah as a rebound. She was much more than some vacation hookup, but would she know that if I let myself give in to the temptation of having her? Did she want a vacation fling? Hell, maybe she did. It was our last day in Mexico. Maybe just for the night we could both forget about our recent relationships and have fun.
“Anyway.” She smiled. “Let’s get in the water.”
I followed her out to the lukewarm water and put on my mask and snorkel.
“So, it’s not rocket science. All you gotta do is open your eyes and swim facedown.”
“Okay, smart ass.”
“What?” She snickered. “You wanted me to show you.”
“Just shut up and start snorkeling before I dunk you.”
She stuck out her tongue, and I wanted to capture her cheeks between my palms and kiss the ever-loving hell out of her. Instead, I did as she’d instructed and swam facedown.
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