I woke up in the morning and looked around, forgetting for a moment where I was. When I realized that I was in Travis’ room and I remembered what we did, I scrambled out of bed right away, rushing to get dressed. I looked at the clock to see that I had maybe ten minutes to get back to my room before anybody saw me leaving Travis’, and that wasn’t even a guarantee. I knew that Alice woke up early in the morning sometimes and prayed that she wasn’t out in the hall.

Travis woke up as I was dressing, stopping me by putting his hand on my waist and pulling me into the bed. I giggled as he wrapped his arms around me, not letting me go until he had kissed me thoroughly. I reveled in the feeling of his strong arms locked around me, the taste of his mouth and the touch of his skin against mine.

“I have to get out of here before anybody sees me,” I said to him, pulling away reluctantly. I kissed him one more time, putting on my nightgown before going to the door and pulling it open. I looked down either end of the hallway to make sure no one was there. Relieved, I padded along the carpet in bare feet, hurriedly making my way to my room. I exhaled when I got inside, not even realizing that I had been holding my breath the entire time.

I looked at myself in the mirror, at my messy blonde hair and lips swollen from kissing. I looked sensual and seductive, different than I usually did. I felt different, too, like I had blossomed while he was inside of me, become a different person. I had gotten the feeling he was right when he said that we belonged together, and just the thought of it made me glow happily as I took a shower and got dressed for the day.

I went downstairs and saw Casey sitting at the table with her parents while Travis put together a plate of food that had been arranged on a buffet at the edge of the dining room. I went over to join him and he bumped against me, giving me a secret smile as I stood next to him.

“How are you this morning?” he asked in a low voice.

“I feel like I could use another round,” I told him, daring to look up into his eyes. He grinned at me, glancing at my lips before we turned around and joined his family at the table.

“What are we doing today?” I asked.

“We’re going sailing,” Travis said.

“You know how to sail?”

He nodded. “I’ve learned throughout the years. I have a boat on the dock out back. Did you see it?”

I hadn’t seen it, which meant that the property went on beyond even what I’d thought. It must have been massive if there was a whole other part of the beach that I hadn’t even seen.

“Do you like sailing?” Casey asked me.

“I’ve never been on a sailboat before.”

“You’re going to love it,” she said, beaming at me. The truth was that I was a little nervous to be on open water, but I refused to tell anybody that. Travis and I exchanged a couple of glances over the table but in general I avoided looking at him, afraid that my feelings would be written all over my face.

When we were finished with breakfast, we all walked to the dock together, Travis walking beside me, a little behind everyone else. Our fingers touched briefly and I was reminded of how his hands felt in other places. I shivered and took a few steps away from him, afraid that if I started touching him, I wouldn’t be able to stop. We got to the dock where the boat was tied up. It was small but big enough to comfortably fit all of us on deck, where there were chairs set up under an awning. Travis and Bruce untied the boat and we drifted out away from the dock and further into open water. There was a nervousness in my stomach, but it all but disappeared when I saw Travis handling the boat. It was clear that he was an expert sailor who knew exactly what he was doing, and I knew I had to trust that he could keep us safe.

Once I got over my nerves, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful and peaceful it was out on the water. It was quiet, and all of us were just enjoying the sunshine and the slow rocking motion of the boat on the waves. I looked over at Travis, who was gazing over the water, and when his eyes met mine they were sparkling. I had never seen him look so happy, not even when he’d been on the phone with Casey, nor when he’d seen his parents after so long. Sailing was something that came as natural to him as I did, and it made me happy when I saw him doing something he loved so much.

It was mostly quiet as we sailed around the island, everybody enjoying the peaceful experience in their own way. By the time we got to the other side of the island, Alice had stood up and stretched.

“Let’s stop and get something to eat,” she said. “Anybody else hungry?”

“I am,” said Casey, and I nodded my agreement. Travis steered us into a dock that wasn’t far from what looked like a main plaza in the small town. After we docked, we got off the boat and walked there, making our way down the street toward the smell of food carts and the sound of peaceful locals chatting and going about their business. I loved it here, looking around the quaint little town. My stomach was growling and I was looking forward to getting something to eat, but I felt like I could easily spend all day wondering the town, looking around at the houses and the people who made this place their home.

We went to a swanky French restaurant in the corner of the small plaza, sitting together in a booth. I sat next to Travis, who had to scoot close to me so that Casey could get in next to him. His thigh was touching mine, and the feeling of his body heat made my pulse race. We placed our order, and after the waiter was gone, Travis’ hand found my thigh. He began to brush it up and down with his fingertips, all while smiling across the table at his parents.

“What do we have planned for the rest of the trip?” I asked, trying not to squirm in the booth. Travis hand was electric on my leg, especially as he began to stroke higher, slightly parting my thighs with his hand.

“We’re going snorkeling,” he said, gazing at my face with a look on his that made me wonder how his parents didn’t know what he was doing to me. His fingers had brushed between my legs and he started stroking up and down my slit with one knuckle, barely applying pressure. I could feel his every touch achingly through my wet panties; it felt almost as if he was touching my bare skin.

“That sounds fun,” I said, trying to keep a straight face as he increased pressure between my legs.

“Have you ever been snorkeling, Jenna?” asked Alice. I shook my head, unable to speak. Travis rubbed my clit through my panties in slow circles, teasing my pussy. The food came and he kept his hand under the table, eating with his right hand as he slipped his hand into my panties and started stroking my bare skin. I couldn’t help but to grind my hips against his hand, trying to be subtle as he straddled my clit with two fingers and rubbed up and down. The family had continued their conversation but I couldn’t pay attention to any of it. I had stopped eating, so caught up in my pleasure that I thought if I opened my mouth I would moan aloud.

“Are you okay, Jenna?” Alice asked, a look of concern passing over her face.

“Yes,” I breathed, though I was anything but okay. I was on the verge of coming, so close that I could feel my pussy tightening. I did come when he pressed two fingers inside of me, biting hard into my lip to keep from making any noise. I was lucky that nobody was looking at me in that moment—I had no doubt that my pleasure showed on my face. It was overwhelming, especially since I couldn’t move my body to respond to it like I wanted.

Travis had his eyes on me while I came, and he gave me a small smirk of satisfaction as I tried to make my body calm down. I swatted him on the knee, surprised at his daring, immensely turned on by how bold he was.

“I’m going to wash my hands,” Travis said, and Casey got out of the booth so he could scoot out. I watched him go and he cast a glance at me over his shoulder.

“I should go, too,” I said, and followed him out of the booth. When I got around the hall to the bathroom, he was waiting for me. He wrapped his arms around my waist immediately, pulling me against him.

“Travis—” I said, but he cut me off with a kiss that was sweet but hungry.

“Tonight is going to be so good for you, baby,” he said in a soft voice against my lips.

“Oh, yeah?” I asked him. He nodded, kissing me again.

“You just wait.”