Allison.

"How are you doing?" Jonathan asked Allison, who was laying back on a lounge chair with her arm over her eyes.

"I'm... drunk..." she replied with a groan.

"Do you feel like you're going to vomit?" he asked with genuine concern.

"I... maybe... no... I'm okay..."

"Can you stand up and walk?"

"No."

"So you want me to carry you to your room?"

"Yes," she smirked.

"Good thing my mother isn't here..." he sighed as he picked her up.

"Please don't tell her tomorrow!" she begged, wrapping her arms around his neck for support.

"I definitely won't because I will never hear the end of it from her on how I let you girls get so drunk," he replied, glancing at the other members of the crew.

"Okay, I'll be back as soon as possible," Jonathan announced as he headed to the door. "Thanks again for watching over them, Jen."

"No problem," the redhead smiled as she handed out glasses of water to the other six women.

"I'm surprised you're single," Allison muttered as they waited for the elevator.

"I've been too busy to date," he replied matter-of-factly.

"You'll be less busy the next two years," she blurted after the entered the elevator car.

"I'll still be busy working."

"Mmhmm," she nodded and pressed her face against his muscular shoulder to rest.

Jonathan stepped out of the elevator and took a moment to look around for her room. "Do you have your keycard?"

"Mmhmm."

"Do you mind swiping it to unlock your door?"

"Are you coming inside with me?"

"Yes."

"Yay!" she giggled and swiped her keycard to unlock her room's door. He strode over to her bed and laid her down but she pulled his face down to hers, fiercely kissing him.

"Stay with me tonight..." she whispered after he pushed himself off of her, breaking their kiss.

"I can't..." he muttered, touching his lips while standing up straight.

"I know you want to..." she purred, staring at the bulge in swimming trunks. She laid back on her bed and opened her robe to reveal her breasts to him.