"Goddamn it, I swear if you—"
"Ahhhhhh!" Theo releases a weak scream that still manages to frighten the shit out of me.
"Theo, you jerk!"
"Oh come on, I had to."
"You're so childish."
I walk back to the warmer water and take a seat. The bubbles of the chugged drink are going to my head.
Theo returns as well, his front half red from the rough contact of the water.
I point to his abdomen. "You deserve that."
"The six-pack? Thanks, Amelia."
"The internal bruising you're experiencing."
"I'm okay." He rubs his stomach and winces. "Okay, that actually hurt, but nothing another drink can't fix. Want one?"
Against my better judgment, I say, "Fine, but that's it."
Theo returns again, with one drink each. Did he deliberately touch my finger with his? I had to imagine that. There's no way someone would intentionally do such an innocent thing on purpose.
"What an exciting night for us. Just like old times." I open my can and take small sips.
"Hey remember that time you had your friends over and you caught me spying on you?"
"Which time?"
"Fair."
"You were so obsessed with Callie. I thought she was going to stop coming over because of you."
"The redhead?"
"Yeah."
"No way, I didn't like her at all."
"What? I'd catch you staring any time she came over."
"I was spying onyou. You just happened to wear skimpier bikinis when you had your friends over."
"Jeez, Theo, I didn't take you for a voyeur."
"I didn't take you for someone who talked about sex so often as a teenager."
"You heard all that?" I exclaim, trying to remember decade-old conversations. "Did you have some listening device or something?"
"I might have cracked open the window to get a better listen."
"Why am I not surprised?"
"You'd be surprised what I heard out there."
"Please don't remind me. I blocked all that out."
