After cleaning up in the shower – which involved a lot of giggling, rubbing and more soap suds than he had ever thought possible – Tom and Kaley towelled off, threw their swimming gear back on and headed out to the beach. “Darryl will get suspicious if I stay here all day.”
Tom stayed quiet. It was more difficult to stave off his guilt in the light of day. Out of the steamy bathroom, out of the fantasy world that he had been living in for the past half an hour, his conscience was twisting his stomach into knots.
Kaley didn’t seem to mind, though. She was looking hale and hearty, having completely gotten over her hangover, and her cheeks were flushed from exertion as she downed an energy drink and raced for the beach. Tom followed at a distance, carrying his board and trying to figure out how he was going to look Darryl in the eye.
As it turned out, Darryl naturally suspected nothing. He greeted them with gusto, slapping Kaley’s ass and kissing her on the cheek as Tom tried not to think about what he had been doing just twenty minutes earlier. Rather than try and catch any waves, he lay back on the sand and flipped on his sunglasses, simply enjoying the hot sun beating down on his skin.