Schuyler
We enjoy a couple hours relaxing in the pool, using the swim-up bar, and soaking up our last day in the tropical heat. I relish Calvin's attention and his body, which seems to be constantly in contact with mine.
While in the deeper section of the pool, he loads me onto his back as he walks about. I lean over his shoulders to clasp my hands in front of his chest, and my thighs grip his hips. The sun-warmed skin on his back starkly contrasts the cool water that surrounds me. He lowers me to stand near the pool's edge.
“I saw that," Calvin murmurs into my ear.
“Saw what?"
“Your yawn." He moves to stand directly in front of me. “Let's dry off and head in for a nap."
I open my mouth to protest, but thoughts of playing under the sheets before we nap flood my mind. I attempt to que
