Elizabeth Brooks
Palm Springs
March 15, 2002 (same day)
It was almost time to meet up with Sara and Jason and Jake was still in the washroom. I waited patiently outside the door with my robe on. I had taken off my clothing and placed them on the pile in the room.
Tired of waiting, I knocked on the door for the fiftieth time.
"Jake, get out! Why are you taking so long to bathe? There are people who would love to get-"
The door opened and my words got stuck in my throat. He wore only a towel wrapped around his waist, his body still wet from his shower. I couldn't take my eyes off his body; he wasn't kidding about being fit. If this is what hiking did for people, I was down to try again.
His muscles were so defined, he didn't need to flex. My fingers were itching to reach out and touch
