I immediately feel stupid. That’s twice now that a condom has been the last thing on my mind. You never see that part on the sexy CW shows when things get hot and heavy. They never have to fumble for a condom, and yet they magically manage not to get herpes.

God. Herpes. Not that either of us are in danger of that at this stage, but still. “Right. Can you tackle that department?”

He swallows. “I can try.”

“Well, you’ve got to do more than try. I’m not on the pill, so . . . they’ve got to have them for sale around here somewhere.”

He’s nodding vigorously. “I’ll handle it.”

“What’s your cell number, by the way?”

He arches an eyebrow. “You’re asking for my number?”

“In case I get a hot tip on where to find condoms.”

He blushes again and rattles off his phone number, and I enter it into my phone.

“Okay, good. I guess I’ll see you Saturday night.”

He jumps up and gives me a bow. “Until then, my fair lady.”

“Don’t do that.”

“I’m attempting to be chivalrous.”

“You’re making it weird.”

He sighs. “That’s kind of my brand.”

“Hmm. I consider myself warned, then.”

I smile, and he smiles, and then we go our separate ways.

We try to go our separate ways, anyway. But as it happens, we’re both heading back to our rooms, and those are in the same direction. So we walk together to the elevator.

“What are you going to do with your little sister today?” Because he’s paying attention enough to know through all these years that I’m perpetually with my little sister.

I push the button for up. “I don’t know yet.” Mostly I just still want to go paddleboarding. That’s what’s sticking in my mind. After the sex, that is. “We’re going to try all the slides.” The back of the resort features a string of connected swimming pools and several water slides. In other words: paradise for a five-year-old.

“Sounds fun,” Nick says.

“What are you doing today?” I ask to be polite.

“I have a date with destiny, too.” He laughs like he just told the best joke ever. “Sorry. I’ve always wanted to say that.”

“I don’t get why it’s funny.”

“Destiny is a game . . . that I play . . . on the PS4. Destiny 2.”

“Oh.”

“I could show you sometime.”

I shake my head. “Let’s stick to sex.”

“ADA!” The doors to the elevator open and Abby and Mom are standing in front of us, Abby already in her swimsuit and goggles and arm floaties. Her nose, which bears a white stripe of zinc on it, wrinkles when she sees me. “You can’t slide like that. Come on! I want to go on the water slides. NOW.”