Robyn
We splashed and played in the cold waterfall pool. There were a few stolen kisses, and some touching and caressing, but both Phoenix and Jack seemed determined to keep things PG13. I didn’t know if I was relieved or frustrated or simply impressed by their self-control.
If they had pressed me to take our flirtatious play to the next level, I’m not sure that I would have had the wisdom and restraint to say no.
It was Jack who put an end to our swim. “Your shoulders are getting pink, I think the sunscreen is wearing off. Time to get out of the sun.”
“Oh,” I said, straining to see my own shoulders. I felt a bit disappointed. The pool felt almost magical. It was as though there was no one else in the world but the three of us. And there was no impediment to our relationship, s
