Damnit, Chase!
I pause, then chuckle as I add one more. “Four: Mouth stuff is on a case-by-case basis.”
He nearly falls off the couch from laughing. He finally recovers and says, “My dick was just in your mouth in the kitchen, and I had you for dessert a couple of nights ago on the island top. All of your rules are bullshit. We’ve broken them all already.”
I retort, “Doesn’t matter. Rules are rules.” I smirk. “Just being realistic.”
He leans in, eyes gleaming. “No, you’re delusional. You’re telling me that if I make you coffee the way you like it, rub your feet, and do your laundry, you might reconsider Rules One through Four if I promise to make you scream my name so loudly the whole retreat hears?”
I don’t blink. “I’m saying I reserve the right to sit on your face if the vibes align.”
He laughs heartily and presses his fist to his heart. “Whatever you say, my queen.”
A beat passes. Then, we both start laughing… because this is so us. This is how we survive. We flirt through heartbreak. We seduce or just say “fuck it” to rules. And time after time after time, we fall back into each other like we never even left.
Ten minutes later, we’re still on the couch, half-draped over each other, soft petting and working each other up in “innocent” ways, when Whitney walks in and says, “Sorry to interrupt this sexual tension fest, but the next couple activity starts in five. Sasha says to bring your emotional baggage and your safe word.”
Chase mutters, “Same word for both, actually.”
Whitney tilts her head. “What is it?”
He grins and says, “Roxy.”
The exercise is called "What’s Your Fantasy?"
Each couple pulls a card, reads it aloud, and answers the prompt. Together at the same time.
It’s supposed to be about “deepening emotional connections.”
We are taking it as a challenge not to, “say something inappropriate and get kicked out of the class.”
Sasha and Miguel go first.
Their card says- “Describe a fantasy your partner doesn’t know about.”
Miguel answers immediately. “Blindfolds. Silk ties. Slow jazz. Watching eyes.”
Sasha: “You want to role-play as the guy from Bridgerton again?”
Miguel: “You love the accent!”
Sasha: “You kept saying ‘I burn for thee’ while trying to open the condom. It was confusing.”
They high-five.
They use condoms?
I sip my margarita and raise my brow at Chase.
I’d be down for that one.
He grins and I know we’re on the same wavelength.
Next up: Bree and Weston.
Their card says- “What’s the dirtiest thought you’ve had about your partner this week?”
Weston blurts out, “I had a dream she rode me on a paddleboard in the water.”
