Page 12 of Two Sticky Nuts

Completely spent, sweaty, and muddy, I enter my hotel room, finding a freshly showered Sofie with one towel on her head and another around her body.

She takes one look at me and grins. “Well, well, looks like someone had a romp in the jungle today. I want details.”

I don’t even know where to start. Carter and I got to the first waterfall and, yes, he let me touch his coconuts. He snapped off a bunch of photos from different angles and had me help.

At one point, he asked if I’d get in the water near the cascade so he could get a better feel for the morning light. Apparently, he’d already taken photos of the place in the afternoon and evening.

I removed my sundress, and he stared at my boobs for three seconds before catching himself. He quickly went into business mode. I sensed he felt a little embarrassed, but the fact that he checked me out gave me goosebumps.

Then, when I was in the water waist deep, he had me unbraid my hair and wet it back. I asked what the photo was for, and he answered, “For me.”

I blushed. He’d actually taken the photo for later. For himself.Wank bank? Memory of the trip?I didn’t care. We were vibing.

When we got to the next waterfall two hours away, I ended up slipping down the embankment and rolling into the pool of water below. He quickly shed his gear and ran down to save me. Only, he fell too and flopped right into the water on top of me.

I was startled for a second until I felt his big strong arms scoop me up. For a split second, he held me, his chest heaving, me panting, our eyes locked. Then I felt it: electricity. He wanted to kiss me, and I was inviting him without saying a single word.

He started lowering his head and then,whoosh!He lost his footing, and we both went under. When we came up for air, we couldn’t stop laughing.

“I think this place isn’t going to work for my project,” he said.

“No. A little too slippery.”

“But it’s stunning on you,” he said.

I blushed. “Thanks.”

By waterfall number three, we were having so much fun. I positioned his two coconuts at various spots, and he took photos, insisting I do ridiculous things with them—pretend to lick one, hold one in my hand and gaze lovingly into its deep brown eyes, make believe I had a second head… All the while, he kept snapping off photos, saying, “Yeah, baby. Yeah!” like Austin Powers. It was hilarious.

Toward the very end, I switched places with him, and he posed with his coconuts for me. I’ll cherish the photos on my phone forever.

On the way back, we stopped at this hole-in-the-wall restaurant his friend recommended. Best seafood on the island. I ate some, but wow, was it spicy. I’m still sweating.

“So?” Sofie asks. “How was it?”

I sit on my bed and kick off my flip-flops, trying to find the words. “I can’t explain it, Sof. It was…magic.”

“Did you fuck him?” she asks eagerly.

“No. And honestly, I think it would’ve ruined the day.”

“Uh, define ruin. Because that man was a fuck stick in a man suit.”

“I’m being serious, Sof. It was like we were in our own little world today—happy, no pressure, being ourselves. It was the best first date I’ve ever had.”

“Did he kiss you?”

“Nope.” I smile. “And it was hot.”

“You mean the opposite of hot.”

“Nope. You should’ve seen us. The tension is completely there.” I was looking at him. He was looking at me. The attraction was electric. “But the weird part is, I was enjoying not kissing, and I think he was, too. Almost like…we both just knew it was going to happen, but we wanted to wait until the moment is right.” After all, you only get one first kiss with your Mr. Right. Why not be patient and make it memorable?

“Are you going to see him again?” Sofie asks.

“Tomorrow. We’re going to some beach on the other side of the island. How about you?”

Sofie shrugs. “I think things with Romeo and me ran its course.”

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