Me? Have the hots for Jack? I don’t even like Jack that much. And yet for the rest of the tour he’s all I can think about. It’s completely insane. It’s like he’s hijacked my brain. How did I not notice his arms before? I wonder in amazement, unable to take my eyes off his flexing biceps as he folds them and thereby missing a very important ancient carving. Or the way his bum looks in those faded jeans? I ask myself, hanging back to check it out as we walk down the marble steps and I nearly go flying as I miss a step. At one point, when the guide is talking about the fountains, I even find myself gazing at the sprinkling water and imagining the two of us in the shower together. Naked. Wet. Soaping each other up— Oh my god, what has happened to me? I’ve turned into some kind of raging nympho! In my defence, it’s been a while, but even so, I’m acting like some kind of hormonal teenager. I need to get a grip. I’m here at one of the Seven Wonders of the World.
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