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“Ron, darling, I think I’m going to need your help with something.”
Jessica held the plush towel around her wet head and massaged her hair around in it. Ron squinted into the morning light that invaded their room, his head still resting on his pillow, as Jessica twisted the towel into a turban on top of her head. She walked over to the bed and leaned over him, placing her hands on either side of his head. Her bare breasts hung in his line of sight.
“Could you help me?”
He lifted his hands to his eyes and rubbed them.
“Sure. I mean, I guess. What do you need help with?”
“Well, I’ve just been thinking about our situation. What we’re trying to do. If we’re going to make it on this island for the whole month, we’re going to have to repair some bridges we’ve burned.”
He smirked and narrowed his eyebrows.
“Ok, that I’ve burned.”
“Thank you,” he said.
Jessica hopped over him and flopped down onto the bed next to him. She put her leg over his comforter-covered thighs and propped her head on her elbow. Her eyes softened as her fingers rested on his chest.
“I think Huda hates me.”
“You think?”
“And Jennifer.”
“Well, she isn’t a fan.”
“I didn’t tell you what happened. She assaulted me on the beach. That’s why I had that fat lip.”
Ron sat up and scooted back into a sitting position.
“Oh my god, Jessica. Are you serious?”
“Yeah.”
“Ok, I know you’re parading around the island in your butt floss and making flirty eyes with the men, but that’s no reason to... I need to talk to Rex.”
Jessica slid up to sit next to Ron and nuzzled her head into his shoulder.
“It’s ok, babe. I can handle Jennifer.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I think I know how to mend that situation. Huda, on the other hand...”
Ron huffed out an exasperated laugh.
“Mother Superior would love to take her ruler to you. How do you plan to fix that situation?”
“Well, you can’t just walk right up to a bear and give it a hug.”
“Really? Then why do they call it a ‘bear hug’?”
Ron grinned as Jessica laughed.
“Proud of yourself for that one?”
“I kinda am,” he said.
“It was clever.”
“Thank you.”
“But no, you can’t hug a bear and live to tell about it. So, you have to be more crafty about putting it to sleep.”
“Mmm-hmm. And what exactly do you have in mind?”
Jessica grinned and looked into his eyes.
“Well...”
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