“Come on, hurry up!” Jamie held Shawn’s hand as she ran up the stairs. “I don’t want to get the carpet wet, mom’ll get mad. Hurry!” They had just escaped the pool as the cerulean off their bodies absorbed into the towels wrapped around their bodies. Jamie let go of Shawn’s hand when she opened the door to her bedroom. She threw the towel off her body and began jumping on the bed. Shawn chuckled and joined her singing, “Two little monkeys jumping on the bed…” Shawn paused in the middle of the song and grabbed Jamie, who was giggling and kept singing, “One fell off…” as they collided onto the bed with him on top of her. “And bumped her head!” Shawn and Jamie giggled with each other until Jamie silenced him with kissing. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, pulling him tighter to her. Shawn’s hands were running over Jamie’s face, his fingers in her hair. Shawn’s mind filled with nothing but emptiness. Just pure… beauty. His worries and losses temporarily diminished into the kiss. Jamie decided to take the kiss a step farther, and pushed Shawn off of her, to sit upright on his waist. She smiled at him, before leaning down to Shawn’s lips again. Her body straightened up once again, smiling at Shawn in a different way this time. Shawn closely watched her hands as they reached to her bikini top. She slowly pulled the string to undo her wet top. As she slowly began to strip off her bikini, Shawn’s heart was beating against his chest; he felt his heart about to burst. The second before Jamie was to pull off the top, Shawn immediately, resembling a reflex, placed his hands on her chest, pressing the bikini down, and then pushed Jamie down so he was now on top of her. He kept his hands placed firmly on her breasts, obviously not wanting her to expose herself. “Shawn?” Jamie’s voice sounded concerned. “Jamie, don’t.” His hands removed from the red bikini top as he sat up, not daring to look at Jamie. She grabbed a towel from beside her, wrapping it around her. She edged closer to Shawn who was now sitting at the end of the bed. Jamie touched his shoulder, at first, hesitantly, then relaxing. “Are you okay?” His breathing was slow, but nervous. His face was covered with his hands. “Yeah.” He breathed. Jamie was now sitting directly beside him, staring at him; her legs crossed Indian-style. “Shawn, come here, look at me.” Her fingers touched his face, leading his face to her eyes. “What’s wrong?” Though his face was toward her, his eyes dropped to her feet. “I don’t want us to have sex. It'll ruin everything.” Jamie’s hands smoothed out Shawn’s cheeks. She couldn’t tell if they were tears or if it was from the pool. She kissed them anyways. “Come here.” She demanded her voice soft. Shawn fell into her arms as she lay down on her back, wrapping her arms around him, letting his head rest onto her chest. Shawn held onto her, and closed his eyes. Jamie’s fingers caressed his hair. Shawn suddenly began to explode with flashbacks of his mother. Her fingers caressing his head before falling asleep in her arms. The way she always smelled of her perfume, the scent he looked for years after she died, but nobody smelled the way she did. The peanut butter and jelly sandwiches she’d make him before going to school, opening his lunch box to find a toy. Her hands and the speckles of brown on them. The color of her eyes when she smiled. The sound of her coming up the stairs. It was not long before Shawn fell asleep in Jamie’s arms, the memories enfolding his brain.