“Okay, then.” That’s what Sam had said. His leg had bounced like it always did when he was nervous. It was endearing…one of the things that drew me to him. His grin was another. I melted a little each time he leveled it in my direction.
His words had come at the end of a conversation we’d had at breakfast yesterday morning after we’d cleared up a misunderstanding regarding my intentions when I’d previously asked him out. Well, I suppose technically I’d asked him back to my room for a drink, so I couldn’t actually fault him for not understanding that I truly wanted to date him, not just have a fling while we were here in Honiara collecting research data.
“I’m sorry, Henry,” Sam said as we approached Mambo Juice’s entry. “I wasn’t thinking straight, obviously.”
Perspiration dripped down my face. My pits felt more than a little damp, and my chest hairs were matted with sweat. The shower I’d taken right before we’d left the Solomon Kitano Mendana Hotel, where we were staying for a few days before heading out to the smaller islands in the chain, had been a complete waste of time. But, even if I’d known Sam was going to suggest we walk a mile down the road to the Mambo Juice I probably would have bathed anyway. I wanted to impress the man, after all.
Okay, Then © 2016 Addison Albright