You smile back and then your face changes and I can feel you reach out. “Can I trust you?”

You lean into me, my arms wrapping around you and in almost a whisper barely loud enough for me to hear above the pool chatter you say, “No, I mean really trust you, trust you with my heart. I can’t stay over because I know one day I will wake up and find you gone. I have lost too many people I care about in my life and I can’t let you be one of them. That is why I can’t stay the night.”

A tear starts to fall. I pull you into me and cradle your sorrow. I hold you, then I pull away, take your face in my hands and look at you.

“In case you haven’t noticed, I am falling deep in love. You’re scared and I know that I am scared too, but our hearts always speak to us, and if we just listen we know what is right and wrong, and I know this is right. I can’t explain it, something intangible that permeates my very being. I can’t promise to be perfect and I can’t promise to always make you smile, but I can promise that in the morning when you wake up I will always be there.”

Your lips curl into a little smile. “In the immortal words of ABBA, take a chance, take a chance on me,” I say, and you giggle.

You pull me into you and whisper, “Are you real? If you are, I want to wake up with you.”

The rest of the day we soak in the pool and make observations about the people who pass through the mist. We take fashion notes as we watch mullets, denim cut-offs, and half-shirts pass by us.

With the sun sinking on the horizon, we decide it is time to go. You ask me to drive because you are tired from the day and the pool. I climb into the driver’s seat and we set out back to the city. Soon the sun is gone and the headlights are bright on the pavement running beneath the wheels. You lean over and kiss my neck as your hand finds my inner thigh.

Your voice thick with sensuality, you say: “Remember last night when I was tied up and couldn’t do anything to you? Well, paybacks are a bitch, my friend.” And with that, you lean back in your seat, placing one leg across my lap and the other on the dashboard. Your fingers move over your belly and just above your damp suit, sliding over your sex. Your other hand moves your top aside to reveal a hard nipple. You start to pinch and tease it while your hand slides your bikini aside. In the glow of the dashboard I can see your glistening wetness. I can feel my hardness rising as I try to watch the road and you at the same time. Your other hand moves down and fingers slide in and you make a slight moan. One set of fingers slides in and out while the other circles your swollen clit. They move faster and your moans become louder; even from the driver’s seat I can feel your body building to climax. Your slick fingers slide deep until your