The kitchen wasn't bare. Bruce had noticed during breakfast a good amount of canned goods that weren't out of date. Maybe there was a bottle of wine. Amy probably didn't look. Bingo! –He was right. An unopened Cavit Pinot Grigio sat in the pantry.

Bruce wasn't so sure that the cabin was left alone as long as Amy had thought. Somebody had plans. Oh well, there were more important things at hand –like finding a wine glass. Aha, he found one. Now to open the bottle and pour the wine. Bruce served himself and Amy a glass. He thought she might enjoy it in the tub so he headed to find out.

"Amy"

"Yeah" she said in a relaxed voice.

"I've got something for you."

"What is it?"

"A glass of wine."

"Don't tease me, I really want one."

"Why would I tease you? –Never mind. I found a bottle of Pinot Grigio and I served you a glass. Do you want it now?"

"Yes! Come in! Come in!" she said excitedly.

Bruce opened the door took a couple of steps and quickly spun around. In the excitement of it all, Amy had forgotten where she was: In the bath with no bubbles to hide anything. It was equally awkward for the both of them. Amy grabbed the shower curtain and closed it. She peeked out from the end of the tub.

"I am so sorry. I wasn't thinking."

Amy was mortified. She thought her behavior was that of a tease and it humiliated her because she really was trying to respect their agreement. She was afraid that Bruce would think she didn't respect him. She knew he didn't care for that kind of behavior. Amy didn't want to ruin the wonderful time they were having thus far.

"You did that on purpose" he jested nervously trying to make light of the situation.

Amy couldn't tell if his tone was playful or serious. It didn't help that he hadn't turned around.

"I promise I didn't. I closed the shower curtain now. I am so sorry," she pleaded.

The vision of her neck, shoulders and breasts were ingrained in Bruce's mind. He was completely aroused and had no way of hiding it. Amy couldn't decipher his jest because his excitement even colored his voice. He couldn't figure out what to do. His only recourse was to walk back out, but Bruce didn't want to make too much of the situation. They were having such a good time; he didn't want to be the party pooper this time.

"I'm not falling for that again. I'll walk backwards to you. Don't let me fall in."

He stepped backwards slowly. Amy could finally tell that Bruce was being playful. She decided to have a little fun with him after all. She pulled open the curtain and slowly stood up.

"You're clear. Keep coming. Keep coming. Ok you're almost at the tub... Stop."

Bruce was right in front of the tub and in front of Amy. He lowered the wine glass to his right thinking she was still sitting in the tub. Amy embraced him from behind, pressing her wet body against him. He jumped.

"I can't believe you just did that," he chuckled.

"Well I had to thank you for the wine," she mocked as she grabbed the wine glass and sat down.

Amy closed the shower curtain and leaned back. She giggled slightly at Bruce. He was just standing there. She figured that she got him good.

"You soaked me. Now I'll have to change again," he whined jokingly.

Bruce's short were becoming unbearable to wear; not just because of the water, the shorts suddenly had less room in them. Her body pressed against him had him delirious. He decided to get a little mischievous himself. He picked up her clothes and left her with just her towel. Amy wasn't watching anymore.

"Your welcome would have sufficed," Amy playfully retorted.

"Mm-hmm I'm going to bed."

"I'll be out in a minute. Can you put the rest of the wine on ice?"

"Sure"

And with that, Bruce stepped out of the bathroom. He walked to the living room and chuckled as he threw Amy's clothes in a chair. Instead of changing his clothes, he took off the tank top and left it on the back of the chair to dry. It had absorbed most of the water.

He retrieved his wine glass from the kitchen and put the bottle in the freezer. Bruce returned to the living room and laid across the sofa. He sipped his wine while "Back at One" by Brian McKnight played in the background.

It's undeniable

That we should be together

It's unbelievable

How I used to say that I'd fall never

The basics you need to know

If you don't know just how I feel

And let me show you now that I'm for real

If all things, in time, time will reveal

One, you're like a dream come true

Two, just wanna be with you

Three, girl, it's plain to see

That you're the only one for me

And four, repeat steps one through three

Five, make you fall in love with me

If ever I believe my work is done

Then I'll start back at one

It was very relaxing. The song made him think of Amy. He decided to surprise her with it one day. He loved how she had dedicated a song to him at the diner.

The day's highlights played again in his mind. He was so relaxed that he barely got his glass on the coffee table when he finished his wine. So relaxed that he dozed off right there, not even lifting his hand off the floor. He was out by the time Amy began calling for him.

Amy got tired of yelling and held the towel as tight as she ran out of the bathroom in a fury. The gag wasn't funny anymore. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Bruce lying on the sofa topless and passed out with his hand on the floor and legs hanging off the end of the sofa. He looked so pathetic but sexy at the same time.

She followed the lines of his facial hair with her eyes as she tiptoed toward him. He was sporting a thin beard that connected his side burns to his goatee. She followed his lips just below his nicely trimmed mustache. Her eyes wandered lower.

His chest rose and fell with each breath. Amy followed the indents in between his muscular chest and shoulders. Her body temperature started to rise. She didn't know if it was the wine or the image she was seeing. Amy passed her clothes on the chair. The radio played "Between the Sheets" by the Isley Brothers. She knelt down directly in front of him. She longed for him desperately.

Her index finger lightly traced his lips, but he didn't even flinch. Amy gently cupped his face in her left hand as she lowered her lips to his. Bruce started to wake: he felt Amy's wet hair on his chest and her hand against his face as she kissed him. He started kissing her back and slid his arm that had been hanging off the sofa around her waist. He was surprised to feel the towel around her. He had momentarily forgotten the prank. His hand held her bare waist where the towel ends didn't meet while the one that had been on the sofa held her wet hair.

Amy began to kiss him with more fervor when she felt his hand on her skin. She grabbed Bruce's face with both hands, letting go of her towel, as she kissed him deeper. He moaned when he felt Amy's bare breasts against his chest. In one swift motion, Bruce lifted her up on top of him.

Neither one of them could contain themselves any longer. The kissing was as passionate as it was in the Navigator and they were skin to skin. Bruce gently pulled Amy's head back by her hair and began to kiss all over her neck.

Amy inched up slowly and attempted to meet his soft wet kisses with her breasts. Bruce lowered his hands and cradled her breasts as he tasted the valley between them. She moaned loudly in anticipation just as someone began to pound on the cabin door.