Page 27 of Soulmates

“Sex?”

“Yeah, sex, fucking, making love. All that.”

“Did you like it?”

“It’s terrible.”

“What?!”

“Just kidding.” I crawled on top of him and gave him a wet kiss. His hands went up automatically, caressing my hanging breasts and causing fresh new shudders of pleasure to crisscross along my spine.

“You’re delicious,” Miles said after we broke free. “I don’t think I’ve met anyone like you.”

“But you’ve had a lot of women in your life.” It wasn’t a question. A guy like him - rich, successful, gorgeous. It was a given, and it hurt thinking about them. I wasn’t even sure why I brought up the topic.

Miles shrugged. “Does it matter?”

“No, I suppose not.”

I got off him, stood up, and walked naked to the ledge, staring through the cascading falls at the lush forest around us.

“Hey, babe, what’s wrong?” Miles said, joining me, his arm wrapping around my waist.

“Nothing,” I said, instinctively snuggling up next to him. “Somehow I just feel so… inadequate compared to the women you’ve been with.”

“Are you kidding?” Miles said, squeezing me. “Tay, you have no idea the kind of hold you’ve got on me. The other women, they pale in comparison.”

I smiled. “Really?”

Miles nodded. “Really.”

We stood at the mouth of the cave for a few minutes, naked and enjoying the view, until I started shivering.

“I guess we should go,” Miles said.

I nodded. We picked up our clothes, put them on, and made our way out, blowing the candles along the tunnel as we passed them. When we got to the large hedge barrier that concealed the path I motioned Miles to stop.

“Let me check,” I whispered.

He nodded, waiting as I slid along the rock wall and peeked around the hedge. When I didn’t see anyone I signaled Miles, hopped onto the other side, and waited for him. Together we headed back to the trail, hand in hand. I couldn’t be happier, and I wanted to spend every second with him, but at the back of my mind I had my doubts too. In two days his vacation would be over, and he would be returning back to California and pick up his normal life, while I was stuck here on the island. How could this work out?

I didn’t have the answers, and at the moment I was content to not worry about it and simply enjoy my time with him. We talked and laughed and enjoyed each other’s company. The sun was up, and it was turning out to be a beautiful, perfect day.

That was, until we turned a bend and saw my dad jogging straight toward us.

Shit,I thought, pulling my hand back. Did he see us holding hands?

Dad was still quite far, and the overgrown trees along the trail provided patches of shadow. Was it enough to conceal our intimateness?

I watched dad approach with a mounting apprehension. Miles and I tried to act normal, but I was almost sure we were busted.

Dad slowed down as I waved to him.

“Hey, dad,” I said as casually as I could.

He looked from me to Miles and back to me, his expression undecipherable.

“Guys,” he said, stopping.

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