Page 90 of Stains of Desire
"It does."
He glances at my thighs. "This pain isn't how you should take your mind off Millie."
"It's not intentional."
He pauses. "Even so, let's be clear on what is okay and what isn't. This isn't an avenue you should take."
"Okay. But we can't do anything about it right now. We need to keep moving forward."
"If this hurts you again, tell me. We'll figure out another way to get there."
"I will. But it only hurt when we had to go far out."
He hesitates.
I kiss him, and he responds. When I end the kiss, I pat the seat. "We need to go. Millie is waiting to be rescued. We can't lose any time."
Something passes in his eyes. I'm not sure what to make of it, and as quick as it's there, it disappears. But he hops back on, and we drive for a few more hours. He stays near shore and periodically asks if I'm okay. I keep reassuring him I am.
The jet ski runs out of gas, and we're several feet out in the ocean.
"Hold the backpack in your lap," he instructs.
I obey, and he picks me up and carries me through the water to the shore. He sets me down and says, "Let's hope we're near Omoa."
