Chapter 23
A few hours later, and I’m still dying to hear from Dom after he’s done working. Then I hear the heavy door slide open in the other unit.
I peek over my laptop for a clear view of the lanai, just in time to see Rex and Juju slip out toward the deck railing. She turns to give him a quick peck on the lips, but he pulls her back in, his hand wringing in the length of her hair, wrapping his other arm tightly around her tiny waist. He presses his body into hers, like he can’t wait to take her back behind closed doors. To tear her clothing off, to lose himself when he pushes into her again and again.
Woof.
I shake my head, trying to rid myself of that visualization. I shouldn’t be watching this. I send Dom a text without thinking.
Rex and Juju are playing tonsil hockey on my balcony. Wanna make them jealous?
I watch and wait for his little text bubbles to appear, hoping he responds right away. Wondering if that was too forward. Maybe the real reason I’m here is for personal growth that stems from pure torture?
I wait another beat, then send him a second text.
Kidding . . . kinda? ??
It’s the best I can muster right now to take the edge off my first text.
Juju is giggling when I hear their door slide shut again with them inside.
I’m about to go jog down the beach, just to get away from whatever noise is about to start up next door, when my phone finally pings with a text. It’s from Dom.
Can’t really blame them. Hawaii inspires extreme levels of tonsil hockey
I roll my eyes, about to toss the phone on the couch, but it chimes again.
Have you put your feet in the water at all since you got here?
I smile. Getting warmer. I respond:
Not yet
Almost immediately, the phone pings again.
That’s your mistake.
Before I can ask Dom what he thinks I should do in the ocean, another text comes in, sending a tornado of anticipation rolling straight through me.
Pick you up in 15. Get your suit on.
Before I can think twice, I write back.
I’m all yours