"Let's head to the pool bar"

"Unfortunately, I think we should get going to the pool bar," Scott interjected. A feeling of relief washed over me. "I'm starving. All that wave jumping really worked up an appetite."

Tina smiled. "Well, if you change your mind about that drink, I'm in room 2112."

We waved goodbye as we headed back across the beach then up the wooden walkway to the pool area.

"Did you really want to have a threesome?" I asked as we sat down at the pool bar. We quickly ordered a few appetizers and drinks.

"I mean..." Scott said with a shrug. "Can you blame me?"

"I don't think I can handle that," I said. Scott smiled and took my hand.

"You know what I always say."

"I know," I replied. "I just feel like this is all moving so fast. Maybe I'm not good enough for you. Like, you want to do all these things and I-"

Scott cut me off. "I don't like it when you say that," he told me, sternly. "You are more than good enough for me. I love you. This is all fun, but I'd give it up in a heartbeat if you wanted to stop."

I exhaled. Scott grabbed his drink and held it up. "I love you," he said. I touched my plastic cup to his.

"I love you too."

"Besides," Scott continued. "Just a few days ago you were worried about all sorts of stuff and now look at you."

"She was pretty hot," I admitted. I took a long sip of my frozen Margarita. "I don't think I'd even know what to do with a girl."

"Well, you could go for two guys instead," Scott said.

"You and another guy?" I joked. "Who were you thinking?"

"You know what I meant," Scott said. I didn't answer him. I just looked down at the bar and took another sip of my drink.

"Hey," Scott said. "I'm just messing around. None of this really matters all that much. All that matters is you. And me."

"You're right," I admitted.

"Anyway," Scott said. "We really should figure out what we are doing tonight. Are we saying 'yes' to Madelin and Eric's dates? Prince Charming really wants to get in your pants."

"You think so?"

"Yea, duh!" Scott replied with a laugh. "You think he just wants to have dinner with you?"

"What about you?"

"What about me?" he asked.

"Eric said that Madeline suggested the date. Meaning she wants to get into your pants too."

"I guess so..."

"She was your number one choice, right?"

"She was."

"So..." I nudged Scott's elbow. His wheels were spinning so hard it looked like his head might roll right off his head.

"We have so many options," Scott said with a laugh. "Madeline and Eric, Ariel and Robert, Tina. You could spend the night with the Europeans..."

"I bet we could find Mia and Glenn and they'd be down," I added.

"Someone looking to go for her number one?"

"Maybe..." I chuckled. "Or we could spend the night together like we had originally planned."

I thought for another moment, took a long sip of my drink, and said-