Captain or passenger, I don’t really care as long as we hold on to that promise to see each other. Everything beyond that just doesn’t matter.

20

SYDNEY

We don’t make it out of bed the next morning. Not the afternoon either. Sometime midmorning I declared that no one could leave the bed all day except to go to the bathroom. A day filled with all the sex.

“Do you want to go out for dinner?” Tanner asks as he traces small circles on my stomach, his head resting on my chest.

“You mean like get dressed and leave the house?”

He gently bites the peak of one breast. “Technically, I still owe you two dates, and we can come right back here and get in this bed when we’re done.”

“I think the three orgasms last night and the two today cover whatever you had planned for date four and five.”

Crawling up my body, the glint in Tanner’s eye is sexy as hell. He takes my lips, and then his stomach growls so loudly, I giggle into his mouth.

“All right, fine. I call uncle. We can leave the bed.”

He jumps up and then comes to a halt. I’ve deprived him of food to the point he’s more excited about that than sex.

“Woah, I just got a little lightheaded.” He squeezes his eyes shut and wobbles to the side. “Turns out man can’t survive on orgasms alone.”

I stand and wrap my arms around his neck. “Just out of curiosity, what were date four and five?”

“Date four was renting jet skis and going out on the lake, which we should definitely still do, and date five… involved a lot of candles and wine and a sexy striptease.”

“Ooooh, I could get down with the latter,” I say and sway my hips.

“Oh no, babe, the striptease is for you.”

I grab his shirt off the floor and hand it to him. “I’m going to hold you to that, but first let’s feed you before you pass out on me.” I look around the room for my clothes. “And maybe clean up this place. It stinks like sex and eucalyptus and something else.” I take a step and the scent follows me. “Oh no, that third awful smell is me. I need a shower.”

“I have an idea. I’ll go grab enough food to last us a day or two. We can take turns in the shower, then maybe shower together for good measure, and then we move this party into the other room, and deal with this mess another day.” He wags his finger at me. “Tomorrow, though, topless boating lesson.”

“That sounds perfect. Everything but the topless part.”

He pulls on his T-shirt and then his boxer briefs and jeans. Backing out of the room, he pauses at the doorway.