*Shelby*
“This lever here is the gas, and you steer just like you would with the handlebars on a bike,” Michael said from behind me on the jet ski. He had insisted that he would teach me how to drive on our way back.
“Just take it nice and slow out of the cove, you can get up to a higher speed when we get to open water, and you feel more comfortable,” he continued.
I could feel his warm breath on the side of my neck, and it sent goosebumps all across my body. I imagined his lips pressing to my neck where his breath was warming. I wondered what his hands would feel like on my body.
“Shelby?”
“Oh, um, sorry, what?” I said, pulling myself out of my daydream.
“Are you ready to go?” Michael said with a small chuckle. I was glad he was sitting behind me, so he couldn’t see my face turn red at what I was just imagining.
“Yes, I think so,” I said with slight hesitation.
“Don’t worry, I’m right here,” he assured me. “Just take it slow.”
