As I sat up, Mike fixed the fish up for us.
Okay, so he’s hot, and he can cook!

Mike: I hope you like fish.
Me: What if I said I didn’t eat meat?
Mike: Then this will be torturous.
Me: I do eat meat, Mike. No worries.
Mike: Mkay, whatever you say Demi.
Me: Yeah, that’s right, whatever I say.

I began to stand up he turned around to gently push me back down with a strong hand.

Mike: Save your energy, you’re already weak enough.

The way he said it made it sound that an insult on top of a compliment, or something or other. I ignored that, focusing on how good his hand felt against me. I contemplated making him horny(ha) and choose to just strip down into my bikini top and cut-off jean shorts. His back was slightly turned to me as I lifted my shirt over my head, letting my hair fall down my back. He obviously didn’t want me to see his face, but I could tell he was smiling in a way that was flirty. I returned the smile and plopped down next to him as he continued to work with the fish.