My New Muse (XXX) (Completed)

Epilogue

"You sure you want to do this?"

"Yeah, I'm... I'm fine," I tell him, sweat slithering down the back of my neck, only to be absorbed by my swimsuit under my clothes.

"It's okay to admit that you're nervous, you know," he says reassuringly, his thumb gently rubbing against the back of my hand, while the other holds the steering wheel.

"I am," I tell him, "but nervous doesn't mean I'm not ready."

"Fair point."

"I just... I've been waiting to do this for years, but I've been too much of a coward—"

"You weren't a coward, you were grieving," he states.

"Whatever it was, it stopped me."

"And we're going to change that. Today."

"Good."

"Now get out of the car," he says as he puts the car into park. "I'll get the stuff and meet you at reception."

When I reach the front desk, I see the different options. Same as last time:

Dolphin Royal Swim: you get to swim with them, and they use their noses to push you into a standing position in the water. It's awesome.

Dolphin Swim Adventure: You just swim with them.

Encounter: You touch them.

"Two Dolphin Royal Swim—"

Something else catches my eye.

Shark encounter – $99.

Keep in mind that the prices are, for some god almighty reason, in USD, and our dollar is so bad, it's offensive to give someone change in one dollar coins. And I just spent $199 on the dolphins and $69 on the admission. Each.

This is so damn expensive. But I want it so badly.

"And two Shark Encounters."

"That will be... $734 dollars."

Shit.

"Please put that in Jamaican for me," I ask sweetly. I have never understood how people hear my accent, and still tell me US prices as if I'm a foreigner.

"Okay, give me a sec... $93,663."

Fucking shit.

I know that I'm going to regret this at a later date, when I want a new phone, or a laptop, and I can't afford it because I spent all of my money at Dolphin Cove — but I go through with it anyway.

David had the brilliant idea to pay in cash, so he withdrew a shit load of $5000 notes from the bank this morning. Said he doesn't want to get scammed. Sometimes, he really is paranoid.

"Five, ten, fifteen, twenty..."

When I'm finally done with that, I sit and wait for David.

"Hey. What took you so long?" I ask as he walks towards my chair in the corner of the room, shirtless.

"This woman started up a conversation about my tattoo."

Remember the mandala that David designed? Well, we got matching tattoos if it, on our chests, right over our hearts.

"Maybe, you should put on a shirt," I suggest with a smirk. He rolls his eyes playfully, and grabs my hand.

We go out to look at all of the activities. We are given the time of our activity with the dolphin, so now, all we have to do is wait.