Chapter 203

We laughed and kept kissing. The music -- I had intentionally put on a playlist of songs from our neighbors -- washed over at moderate volume. Jess’s skin felt slick in the water. Her nipples, like tiny pink walnuts, were hard. I pushed my knee between her legs and massaged it against her pubis.

"I always want to fuck you," she said.

"You just always want to fuck," I said.

"Touché," she admitted. "But it takes one to know one."

We laughed again and kissed some more. Then we heard it. We stopped, holding our faces inches apart. We heard it again. I held my breath. On the third repetition of the sound, we were convinced it was unmistakable. Jess looked at me, arching her eyebrows and glancing over to the popstars’ suite next to ours. I nodded.

Quietly, we moved toward the edge of the pool and almost silently extricated ourselves from the water. I admired the trickling trails of water crisscrossing Jess’s familiar, p