Chapter Eight
JAMIE
The sound of the waterfall echoes through my tent as I lay Hazel down on the air bed. Her long dark hair fans out like a wave. She’s beautiful, and whatever this is that has brought us together, I hope it never ends.
“Why are you smiling?” she asks.
“I don’t know. I guess I feel like the luckiest guy right now.”
“Well, you’re certainly going to get lucky…”
“That’s not what I meant.”
She smiles. “It’s all right. I’m playing.”
“There’s something special about you, Hazel. I feel like we were meant to meet today. I should find out who drives that red VW Beetle and thank them for making me stop in front of your shop.”
Her eyes go wide. “Is that what made you come in today?”
I nod. “That car almost T-boned me coming out of the parking spot.”
She blinks. “Interesting.”
“You know what’s interesting?” I say, rubbing my hand over her flat stomach.
“What?”
“The fact that you’re still wearing those jeans.”
“I agree. But they aren’t interesting at all. They need to go, actually.” She opens the buttons and slips out of her jeans and when she lies back on the bed I feel the twinge of heat that I felt when we first touched this morning.
“Now this is interesting.” I bend and kiss her abdomen, and move my hands over her hips. She touches my cheeks and pulls me up to kiss her mouth. I let my tongue dive deep inside her as I slide her panties down her long legs. Then I pull away and make my way down, one kiss at a time.