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trees, gasping for air. Her long brown hair clung to her face, soaking wet with
black mud and fern leaves sticking out of it.
“Holy crap,” she panted bashfully.
“You’re unbelievable, Tess.”
Tom gathered mud on the tip of his finger and wiped it on
her nose and cheeks. She laid still, letting him finish his artwork, drawing
dots and lines down her arms, before she did the same to him. They received
several glances walking through the resort, but Tess couldn’t have cared less
they were covered in dried mud. She was only interested in Tom.
Tom rented an electric car, stopping at a dive shop to
purchase his own snorkeling gear. They hit a few beaches before stopping at The
Freaky Tiki. The colorful bar set up high on a hillside and resembled a shabby
run down shack ready to fall down at any moment. They relaxed in a hammock
slung between two palm trees and gazed out over the pristine Pacific Ocean
drinking Hinanos . She lay quiet, sipping the Tahitian beer.
“What’s weighing on your mind?” he asked, running his finger
across her forehead.
She sighed heavily.“I was just counting up the days I’ve
already been here.”
“Oh…oh,” he stammered, struggling for words, followed by the
same heavy sigh.
Tess didn’t want Tom assuming he needed to coddle her or
worry about their goodbye. They were having a wonderful time, but she was well
aware that he didn’t date long term. No matter how much it would hurt to say
goodbye to this amazing man lying in the hammock next to her, she refused to
dwell on it. Rendezvous. This is nothing more than a wonderful, amazing,
incredible rendezvous.
She lifted her Hinanos to his and said, “Here’s to
the best vacation.”
Tom drew back his face, and furrowed his brows. Nodding
hesitantly, he clinked his beer to hers. “To the best vacation.”
Later that night, they enjoyed a private dinner on the
beach. A Tahitian man and woman performed a traditional Polynesian dance in
grass skirts, asking Tess and Tom to join them. Tess loved to dance and knew
this dance well, slowly moving her hips in a circle by barely moving her feet.
The ocean blue pareo she’d bought that morning was tied in a knot low on her
hip, exposing her bare leg to the top of her thigh as she danced.
Tom picked a pink hibiscus and slipped it behind her ear.
They danced barefoot in the sand as tiki torches flickered beneath the palm
trees. She relaxed into his arms and rested her cheek on his chest, hiding the
tears that pricked her eyes. How am I going to say goodbye?
When she rolled over, Tess found a note saying, “Be right
back.” She threw on bikini bottoms to lie in the sun. Torn between the polar
opposite emotions of guilt and pleasure, she forced herself to acknowledge the
fact that this was undoubtedly one of the best trips she’d taken to Bora Bora
and all because of Tom. However, the pleasure, passion, and happiness were overriding
the guilt, which made the guilt even worse. She dove in the lagoon to cool off.
Tess turned over to float on her back and noticed Tom
staring at her from the handrail. “How long have you been standing there?”
“I have breakfast and coffee, if you’re hungry.” He smiled,
ignoring her question.
She slipped a sheer white swimsuit cover over her bikini
bottoms. Tom’s eyes strayed slowly over the damp material clinging to droplets
of water on her breasts as she sipped her coffee.
“When do Tracy and JC come back from Europe?”
“They get home a week after me.”
“Tess,” he said in a voice so delicious, the mere sound made
her go weak at the knees.
Even though playfulness lingered in his tone, she glanced
into his dark brown eyes and realized Tom had something on his mind.
“Do you need to go home in three days or can you stay on
vacation with me longer? I’ll understand if you need to get back, but I’m not
ready to let go of you yet.” His brows creased slightly, revealing the
indication of seriousness to
trees, gasping for air. Her long brown hair clung to her face, soaking wet with
black mud and fern leaves sticking out of it.
“Holy crap,” she panted bashfully.
“You’re unbelievable, Tess.”
Tom gathered mud on the tip of his finger and wiped it on
her nose and cheeks. She laid still, letting him finish his artwork, drawing
dots and lines down her arms, before she did the same to him. They received
several glances walking through the resort, but Tess couldn’t have cared less
they were covered in dried mud. She was only interested in Tom.
Tom rented an electric car, stopping at a dive shop to
purchase his own snorkeling gear. They hit a few beaches before stopping at The
Freaky Tiki. The colorful bar set up high on a hillside and resembled a shabby
run down shack ready to fall down at any moment. They relaxed in a hammock
slung between two palm trees and gazed out over the pristine Pacific Ocean
drinking Hinanos . She lay quiet, sipping the Tahitian beer.
“What’s weighing on your mind?” he asked, running his finger
across her forehead.
She sighed heavily.“I was just counting up the days I’ve
already been here.”
“Oh…oh,” he stammered, struggling for words, followed by the
same heavy sigh.
Tess didn’t want Tom assuming he needed to coddle her or
worry about their goodbye. They were having a wonderful time, but she was well
aware that he didn’t date long term. No matter how much it would hurt to say
goodbye to this amazing man lying in the hammock next to her, she refused to
dwell on it. Rendezvous. This is nothing more than a wonderful, amazing,
incredible rendezvous.
She lifted her Hinanos to his and said, “Here’s to
the best vacation.”
Tom drew back his face, and furrowed his brows. Nodding
hesitantly, he clinked his beer to hers. “To the best vacation.”
Later that night, they enjoyed a private dinner on the
beach. A Tahitian man and woman performed a traditional Polynesian dance in
grass skirts, asking Tess and Tom to join them. Tess loved to dance and knew
this dance well, slowly moving her hips in a circle by barely moving her feet.
The ocean blue pareo she’d bought that morning was tied in a knot low on her
hip, exposing her bare leg to the top of her thigh as she danced.
Tom picked a pink hibiscus and slipped it behind her ear.
They danced barefoot in the sand as tiki torches flickered beneath the palm
trees. She relaxed into his arms and rested her cheek on his chest, hiding the
tears that pricked her eyes. How am I going to say goodbye?
When she rolled over, Tess found a note saying, “Be right
back.” She threw on bikini bottoms to lie in the sun. Torn between the polar
opposite emotions of guilt and pleasure, she forced herself to acknowledge the
fact that this was undoubtedly one of the best trips she’d taken to Bora Bora
and all because of Tom. However, the pleasure, passion, and happiness were overriding
the guilt, which made the guilt even worse. She dove in the lagoon to cool off.
Tess turned over to float on her back and noticed Tom
staring at her from the handrail. “How long have you been standing there?”
“I have breakfast and coffee, if you’re hungry.” He smiled,
ignoring her question.
She slipped a sheer white swimsuit cover over her bikini
bottoms. Tom’s eyes strayed slowly over the damp material clinging to droplets
of water on her breasts as she sipped her coffee.
“When do Tracy and JC come back from Europe?”
“They get home a week after me.”
“Tess,” he said in a voice so delicious, the mere sound made
her go weak at the knees.
Even though playfulness lingered in his tone, she glanced
into his dark brown eyes and realized Tom had something on his mind.
“Do you need to go home in three days or can you stay on
vacation with me longer? I’ll understand if you need to get back, but I’m not
ready to let go of you yet.” His brows creased slightly, revealing the
indication of seriousness to
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