Coconut Grove “Margaritaville” — Jimmy Buffett

They fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments, broken by the birds’ cries overhead. When Jawahir glanced at him, then upward, he followed their gaze. He watched for a minute or two before his dark brown eyes dropped back to his companion.

This is the part where I tell you I’ve never done this before, Finley joked. Hunting for eggs, I mean, he added, lest they think he was a virgin or something. This guy fucks, he thought with playful machismo, the corner of his mouth twitching.