Whirlwind

(21) busted

JASPER

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The sun is beaming down on us when I wake and fuck me is it hot. I have Libby latched around me, I have a hoodie on and we're covered by two blankets and I'm absolutely fucking sweltering.

I try not to move because Libby is still fast asleep, fuck knows how, but she is. I suppose she is British so she's used to it being cold and raining. Although when I look at her I can see she's sweating too, but if I move, she'll wake up.

She was talking in her sleep last night, which was beyond adorable, and actually kind of sexy. She talked about the stars and something about the sea, but she was mumbling other parts. But when I looked at her, she was smiling and her eyes were fluttering, so she must have been having a vivid dream. I bet you anything she was having a sex dream... but not only was it a fucking sex dream, but a dream about me.

I smirk at myself and the thought makes me squirm slightly. I think I must have started squirming too much, because the next thing I know she's groaning at me to stop, which means she's awake.

"Thank fuck for that..." I shift out gently from underneath her and stand in the bed of the truck. I strip off my jumper and relish in the relative coolness of the early morning breeze against the sweat on my bare back.

Checking my watch, it's not even seven yet, and it's already hitting uncomfortable, I reckon we could have boiled alive if we'd been asleep any longer.

I sit down on the other side of the truck and watch her as she dozes, not wanting to wake her fully quite yet because we weren't in a rush. But soon I can't take much more of the heat so I have to go for a swim in the sea to cool down.

I still don't have her number so I just get up and hope she doesn't properly wake up in the next ten minutes and think I've abandoned her. If I abandon her, I abandon my truck too, so if she wanders off... well let's hope she doesn't do that. I'll only be ten minutes max anyway. Fuck's sake, stop worrying and fucking cool off.

I kiss her temple gently before I set off at a jog towards the sea. I dive straight in and the waves are a delight against my hot skin, and soon the heat is expelled and I feel like myself again.

I duck in and under the waves for a few more minutes then I decide to head back to Libby. I'd been gone for two minutes and I'd been gone for eight minutes too long.

When I get back to the truck though, she's right where I left her. Curled up hugging my hoodie, her lips parted slightly. She flinches though when I notice a droplet of water from my hair hit her face, making her turn and stir, searching for where the water was coming from. When she sees me, a breathtaking smile erupts on her beautiful but sleepy face.

"Hey," she says, yawning, moving her hand from underneath the blanket to hold mine.

"You're freezing," she says again, her voice rough with sleep. "And you're... shirtless," she grins, and I swear she licks her lips, although I may have been imagining that.

"I overheated. Went for a dip... you want one? I'll go back in..." I gesture with my head to the sea but she screws up her face and shakes her head.

"My hair feels like straw... but I'd take a shower at yours though?" She asks with a sly smile.

"Breakfast for the road? Cookout break-" I don't even need to finish my sentence before she answers me by kissing me hard on the mouth.

"Get your shirt on and let's go," she says, hopping down, wrapping herself in the blanket.