“I don’t think you fully understand your situation Ms. Lopez.” He says, but it’s as playful as it is threatening.

She was giggly. Drunk. Just a little dizzy. Five wine slushies and two shots into the night and way too tipsy for all of this right now.

Way too tipsy to do anything but stare at the pink lips of her friend.

I’ve taken martial arts classes. I’m a strong person. None of it seems to matter against you. You don’t have to smirk as you pin me down, you don’t have to tease as you pull me into an arm bar, and you don’t have let out those grunts as you toss me to the ground.

“Thank you for the rescue.” She said as the noble faded from view. She pushed off the wall but he held her there with a hand on her shoulder, looking down at her with fire in his eyes. Goosebumps raced their way up her arms in response.

“What if I didn’t come here to rescue you?” He asked. He pressed closer to her, so that she was trapped between him and the wall with no space to move.

The skeleton crew on deck didn’t seem concerned about the waves on the deck so she hadn’t been concerned either, not until she was swept overboard and saved by a pirate ship.

“You didn’t know I had a crush on you for years.” She says with a smirk. “I’d ask you out to dinner constantly and even bought you chocolate on Valentine’s day one year.”

“Mom always said to get me a man that can cook.” He says. I raise my eyebrows as I look down at him, “okay,” he confesses, “maybe not directly to me, but I listened when she told my sisters,”

It’s been six months of edging, and tonight is date night.

This story contains ‘steamy’ adult scenes suitable for 18+