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“Matt, I’m cold,” Jessica said.

“I’m freezing,” I said.

“What do we do?” Jessica asked.

“We should find our way back to the street. We just need to follow the sound of the cars.”

“So, you could have got us out of the forest all along?” Jessica asked.

“I didn’t really think of it earlier. I was distracted by how you kept kissing my neck and grabbing my inner thigh.”

“That was you doing that. You did that to me,” Jessica said, giggling a bit.

“That wouldn’t make me any less distracted.”

We slowly follow the sound of cars back to the path, back toward the beach. Jessica is no longer holding my hand like a young naive girlfriend. She holds my arm with her arm, with confidence. She stared at me a bit, a bit too much, but it was with a huge sexy smile, and it was more of a turn-on than awkward.

“The cop car is still in the parking lot,” Jessica pointed out.

“Weird. We must have been gone for hours, so why . . .”

Jessica interrupted me.

“Why would he still be here?” Jessica finished my question.

“You wanna have some fun?” I ask.

“What, we haven’t been having fun so far?” Jessica asks.

“He’s not in his car. He’s here for some reason. I’ve never seen an all night patrol at this beach before. Let’s go see what he’s up to.”

“Really, you haven’t had enough of that guy yet?” Jessica asked.

“Once I get stuck on a person, I want to be around them all the time,” I said.

“So, you want that cop around all the time?” Jessica asked.

“No.”