11: Terrence.

I watch Benny’s thick, tattooed arms and back streak through the water, his lead over the three younger men almost embarrassing. If I were them, I would go straight past the buoy and keep swimming. They’ve barely left shore and he’s already touched it, begun his return to the beach. And the closer he gets to me, the more intensely my womb begins to tingle and throb. I’m breathing hard, my fingers itching to play with my nipples. I’m going to burst into flames right here on this Hamptons beach, aren’t I?

“Oh yeah, I’m definitely setting up Granddad Benny with Mrs. Linden,” Sasha says beside me with a laugh. “That should earn me an easy A.”

Jealousy pours into me like fire.

I’ve never been angry with Sasha. Not once during our entire friendship. But right now, I would like to pull her hair as hard as I can. “Are you sure she’s his t-type?”

“I mean…yeah. Look at him kicking the asses of three younger men. He’s honorable. Successful. Good looking. What’s not to like?”

I desperately search