Chapter 10: Trophies Part One
The next few days of camp seemed uneventful. They did the mandatory crafts and even managed to win a canoe race. Goren did most of the rowing; in fact he did all of it. Eames relaxed in the back of the boat and spat out words of encouragement. That wasn't all she did either.
Ever since that morning when Bobby was caressing her hand she had been slipping in moments of flirtation and unnecessary touching on her part.
As she sat in the back of the canoe lounging and laid back she slipped off her flip flop and stretched out her foot to touch Bobby's back. At the first touch his back went rigid and he started to row faster.
She took this as a sign of approval; at least he was turning around and beating her off with the oar. Being slipped her foot up under his shirt and caressed his bare back underneath. He rowed faster.
She made little circles with her tiny toes, as it became second nature to her she closed her eyes and let the sun beat down on her.
The boat was moving so fast there was quite a breeze whipping her hair around. Occasionally she would open one eye only to see Bobby stiff as a board, maybe in more way than one, she couldn't say for sure, but still rowing his heart out.
They passed the finish line way before anyone else. Bobby leapt out of the canoe and drug it ashore. He paused on the shore, hands on his knees; head down while he caught his breath.
Alex started to stand up when he rushed over and offered her his hand. She took it and he pulled her up. He held her hand there for a moment and they just stared at each other, he was still breathing hard and sweating profusely.
"Thank you." She said softly as she stepped on the semi-muddy bank.
"No thank you." He said even softer as he watched her walk over to claim their trophy.
The other teams just passed the finish line behind Goren as he set out after Eames. His real race had just begun…