Jack was about to lose his mind. As the time ticked closer to midnight, his heart thumped harder. He had cleaned and tidied the Shack in an anxious frenzy, just in case Florence came in, but mainly it was to stop himself running over to her villa and banging down the door. How she drove him wild, Jack thought, as he waited for the familiar sound of tyres on the sand. He was the luckiest bloke on the whole island, no, make that the world, to be having liaisons with a woman like Florence. He wouldn't ever forget it.
Eventually, Jack saw the headlights of the jeep shine through the cracks in the wood of the Shack and bolted for the door. He didn't even wait for Florence to text him that she was here. He wanted her to know he was waiting for her. He wanted her to know he wanted this.
Through the windscreen, Jack admired Florence as he jumped into the jeep. She had curled her hair, put make-up on, and was wearing a lovely floral dress. It was bright yellow, with buttons down the front from her chest to just above her navel.
"You look beautiful," he told her, as she clasped his face in her hands and kissed him ardently. "Not that you don't always look beautiful."
"Thanks," she replied, between kisses. "You look good too."
Jack looked down at his best shirt. "I ironed it and everything," he said.
"I appreciate the effort," Florence smiled, giving him another kiss. Before they got too carried away, Florence took off the hand brake and pulled out of her spot next to the Shack. They drove down the road, the rev of the jeep's engine matching the frantic beat of Jack's heart.
"Where do you want to go?" Jack asked.
"To get coffee, right?" replied Florence, playing dumb. Jack tried to read her face in the dark, then laughed. "Isn't that what we're doing?" asked Florence, carrying on the joke, also laughing. She reached over and took Jack's hand in hers, lacing her fingers through his and kissing the back of his hand.
"I mean, we can get coffee if you want to," said Jack, clasping rubbing the back of her hand with his.
"Maybe after," she said.
"After what?" he asked.
Florence turned to him. "Who is teasing now?" she smirked.
Jack laughed and looked away, feeling coy, as Florence drove past Ritchie's and along the main road to the cliffs again. As before, they slowed to a stop as the trees parted and Florence turned off the jeep.
Jack leaned his head back on the headrest, lolling slightly in Florence's direction. "Is this our spot now?" he asked.
Florence mirrored him. "I think it is. Is that alright?" she asked, holding his hand firmly.
"Yeah," Jack breathed. "That's alright." He couldn't take his eyes off her, completely drunk on every part of her. "Oh god," he laughed, forcing himself to look away.
"What is it?" she asked, sitting forward.
"I'll be honest Florence. I'm in so deep," he said, softly.
Florence leaned forward and pressed her lips to his gently, lingering over his lips, teasing him with her aura. "Honey," she said, stealing another kiss. "I was gone the moment you kissed me."