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Exchanging some uncomfortable glances with Ava, “I would love to Al.”

“Great.” He motions towards Ava. “You can come too if you want but it’s mostly guy stuff. We have rain gear but it gets pretty muddy,” he shrugs.

Ava smiles at him.” That’s okay Al, I would like to go explore on my own for a little while anyway.” She catches my eyes and smiles weakly. “Bye Sean, I had fun.” I nod watching her dash out the door.

“Do you think I hurt her feelings?” Al asked.

“No, I think she will be just fine.”

“Alright, well here is a rain jacket with a hood. We have boots and stuff in storage. We are going to get real dirty.”

“Where are we going?” I asked concerned about all the necessary gear.

“Three wheeling! It’s fun, especially in the rain and mud.”

T
he rest of my day, I spend trying to put my fall into Sean’s lap out of my mind. Thankfully, our bags were rescued from the plane and I can get my clothes cleaned and unpacked into one side of the chest within our shared room. However, I was hoping the process would have taken up more of my day. As nice as the cabin is, it can be lonely when you don’t have anything to occupy your time. There has to be something to read or get into somewhere in this place. Scavenging through drawers and closets, I find more odd things than anything that might be helpful in solving my boredom. Although the bottles of liquor might be helpful if nothing else becomes available. The rain is settling down some, maybe I can take advantage and go for a run, rain or no rain it’s better than sitting around here all-day. I find a jacket and make sure to leave Sean’s bag where he can find it easily and run out the door relieved to have the opportunity. The run is exhilarating and the slow moving rain is tolerable, soothing even. My thoughts however, are swirling through my head unbearably.
Feeling his breath against my skin and the gentle caress of his lips. I didn’t even know I was capable, not to mention this morning. What was that?
My steps pick up as an excitement rushes through my veins.
Maybe
I am
not such a lost cause after all. Maybe that date with Justin
will not
need to be avoided anymore.
His letter he gave me before I left was heartbreaking but now maybe not so much. I can remember every word as if he branded it into my skin, I read it so many times.

Ava,
Please be careful and come back safely. I’d like to say stay away from that Sean guy but considering
, I am
sure
that is
a stupid request. Don’t worry
I am
sure everything will turn out the way you want it to, if not
I am
here waiting for you and I haven’t forgotten about our dinner plans to celebrate.

–
Justin

My smile escapes but is quickly dulled when I realize I will have to face Sean later tonight.
No matter what he expects I
cannot
do it or at least I don’t know if I can, no matter if I would want to or not. Do I want to? Why does it have to be so complicated?
I will
simply keep my distance and make light conversation with him until
it is
time to leave. We can’t possibly be on this island much longer.
I finish my run with a reasonable conclusion and return to the still silent cabin. A quick glance around and I notice his bag missing
.
At least the princess knows how to do his own laundry.
Hoping to enjoy a hot shower before he gets back, I gather some necessities and escape to the bathroom. After a couple of tries of flipping on and off the light, I am still left frustrated and in the dark. “Great, now what?”
I do not
recall any bulb replacements
during my scavenging earlier
and I
do not
see how I can take a shower in the dark. It’s pitch black in here with the door shut. Well
it is
not as if you can see into the shower from the door, but it is an open shower. Surely
,
Sean
would not
try to come in with me obviously in here
.
Trusting a man I only met yesterday, I leave the door open, remove my clothes and step into the steam, hesitating for a second to move my towel to an easier reach. The heated water rushes over my body and I accept it with a welcoming sigh.

I
am struggling trying to keep my balance up this path, the storm is picking up and the wind is getting more forceful by the minute. I walk into the cabin letting out a deep exhale, relieved that I do not have to face her right now. Although, I wonder why she left the bathroom door open, there is steam rushing across the floor and out into the rest of the cabin.
What the hell is she doing?
I open the windows so the steam will clear out, grab my now clean clothes and sort them to put them in the chest
.
I open the smaller drawer on top first to put my socks and underwear in, only to see that it has already been claimed for her small, frilly, girly underwear. I shut it quickly before my male wandering mind gets the best of me.
I have been perverted enough for one day.
I open the drawer next to it carefully until the emptiness inside is clear.
At least
she is
considerate.
While finishing packing the last drawer, I look into the mirror above and sigh at the sight of myself.
I am an absolute mess. I thought I got most of it but this stuff is sticking to me like glue.

“Mmmmmm,” Ava moaned from the bathroom.
She obviously didn’t hear me come in.
I laugh realizing how embarrassed she is going to be when she realizes I am here. “Ooohhhhhh,” she moaned again.

In one split, uncontrolled second, my eyes dart to the side of the mirror and I see her. The mirrors are perfectly opposite and perfectly clear now that I opened the windows. I try not to let my eyes slip.
Turn away Sean.
I close my eyes tight, only to open them to a full sight of her, leaning her head back, letting the water run down her face and catching on her full lips. She turns washing the shampoo from her hair, allowing the soap to run out and down her back and over her ass. Gripping the edge of the dresser and sweating, I watch the soap continue to wash down her body highlighting every curve and soft spot I have not even thought to imagine, yet. She tilts her head from one side and to the other running her fingers through her hair, down her neck and to her chest, cupping her breasts with soft exotic sighs. The lines of her body, gorgeous and wet hold me in place and cause me to breathe heavier as my eyes freely wander down her stomach to her delicately shining diamond and then down. My body begins to shake as I fight my own urges and desires to run away.
What is
she trying to do to me?
She is
doing this on purpose, leaving the door open knowing I would put my clothes up in here.
I hold my hands tight to my face. “Fucking bitch!”

“Sean!”

“Yes?”
If she asks me to come in there, I am definitely not going. Unless
she is
hurt or needs .
..
something.

“Oh, I thought I would hear you come in but I guess I wasn’t paying attention. Sorry about the steam but the light was out in here and ...,” she begins rambling as she steps out of the shower naked and wet. She grabs a towel to rap around her while I dash to the other side of the room and away from the mirror.

“Take your time.” Thinking quickly I try to calm my erection down, before she sees me.
What is with this girl?
I pace concentrating,
old grandmas, car accidents, fucking mangled bodies by horrible car fucking accidents.
Shit, all I can see is her by the fucking mangled bleeding body … naked and wet. This is not helping.
She is coming out here.
Think Sean.
“Ava I will be right back, I need to go … go and … I will be right back.” I dart out the door running out into the rain and up the path trying to breathe in deeply while listening to the rain, the ocean, and the soft sounds that surround me. I need to stay away from her before I cannot control myself anymore. Then I would have to explain to my mother why I fucked her architect. I made a similar mistake once, screwing the daughter of one of my mother’s friends. I never spoke to the girl again, my mother ended up hearing all about it, and therefore, I had to hear all about it for months. It didn’t even help when I innocently explained that I barely remembered any of it because I was too drunk at the time. I offered that girl a picture but she took it happily.

Darting out of the way of a fast approaching truck I shield my eyes from its blinding lights. “Sean!” Demerae called out.

Running to his truck, I jump in eagerly. “What are you doing here?”

“Another storm has formed so my Dad sent me over with some food for you and Ava. He said he didn’t want anyone out with this wind, it’s not safe for anyone to be walking in these conditions. Were you walking over already?”

“I was, but I guess I’m not now.” I slumped down.

“Well here is your food, there is enough for a couple of days. Call if you need anything, there is always someone at the main office. Nothing like hurricane season,” he chuckles while I groan.

Somebody really fucking hates me.
“Thanks,” I said taking the packages before getting out of the truck. I wave him off staring at the door to my hell and so as any good devil does I walk up the steps, breath in deeply, drop my head, and accept my fate.
This is so NOT good.
Upon entering, I put the food on the coffee table as Ava comes into the room.
Thank you God, she is fully clothed.

“Hey, what’s that?” She asked as her cheerful smile begins to diminish.

“Apparently the wind is too bad for us to be outside wandering around. So they sent us food and told us to stay inside until further notice.”
I probably said that too sarcastically but I don’t care.

“Oh,” Ava said looking down to her feet.

“Are you done in the bathroom? I have mud and dirt all over me from three wheeling today.”

“It’s all yours.”

I walk past her towards the bathroom and flip on the light. “The lights out huh? Funny how it fixed itself!” I shut the damn door and shake my head at the mirror that taunted me earlier.
She had to know I could see her. What was she doing moaning and rubbing like she did?
I step into the shower still baffled by her actions.
She had to know. Why did she leave that damn door open, because of a light that
is not
broken? So she could trap me with her she-devil body wash that’s why.
I pick it up flinging it back down in disgust.
She put her clothes up in that same chest she had to know you could see into the bathroom mirror from there
.
She had to. I am not having sex with her, my mother will kill me
. I rub my body with soap, images still passing through my mind making it harder to stay focused on my anger.
She did look incredible. I
should have
walked in there with her and let her watch me undress before fucking her in the shower. Damn that
would have
been so … wow. My mother put me in this situation,
she is
the one that encouraged me to be with this girl.
It’s
not my fault that we crashed and have to sleep next to each other.
What does she expect me to do, ignore her? If I get laid tonight then
it is
her own damn fault. I won’t apologize. In fact,
I am
going to enjoy the hell out of it.
With a renewed spirit I shut the water off and quickly make myself presentable, maybe even a little better than presentable. Checking myself in the mirror and making sure my shave is perfect and my clothes fit nicely, I walk out, finding her sitting in her chair waiting for me, covered head to toe in clothing.
What the hell is with this girl,
I’m dressed to encourage sex and she is dressed to discourage it and any other kind of contact
? I don’t know what the hell to do now. Damn I need a drink, there has to be something around here.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” She says holding up a bottle of vodka.

“Where did you find that?”

“It was in the bottom desk drawer, there is plenty.”

I grab the bottle from her, “you’re already drinking?” I asked wondering how much time I have before she becomes an undesirable mess.

“I think I have earned as much right as you.”

Making myself a drink, I sit across from her while she sorts our dinner in front of us. After some time of silence, she pours herself a small drink and gives me a soft smile. I smile back feeling the uneasiness settling down, “so you live in Atlanta?”

She looks up seemingly surprised that I am talking to her, “yes. I do.”

“You said you where a Kentucky girl when did you move to Georgia?”

“After I went to college in New York and worked there for a while.”

“So why did you leave New York?” I asked trying to picture her body under those big baggy clothes.

“Ummm, I needed a change,” she said softly.

“What kind of change?” She stops eating, sinking into her chair. “What, did you get fired or screw the wrong guy? I asked fantasizing about how I hope the night will end.

“NO. Well I did have a relationship with my boss but …”

“You? Figures,” I laugh watching her fidget nervously. “Don’t worry about it, everyone makes mistakes right?”