Out of Sight

by Cleo White

“We arrived at the shuttle separately, didn't we? It would take at least two years for me to be able to let you out of my sight. Do you know what? No. Three. Definitely three.”

I barely had a glimpse of her, and still, I felt… fucking obsessed.

“It's just a swim," I cajole. “I promise not to fuck you senseless tonight, but just so we're clear”—I unbutton my shorts and kick them away so I'm standing before her wearing only black boxer briefs—”I want to. Very badly.”

“If I see you so much as smile at him again, I'll put you over my knee and spank your ass red. Are we clear?”