“Amazing. The water’s perfect.”
“Skinny dipping, right? It’s pretty awesome.”Pretty awesome? Smooth, Will. Very fucking smooth.
“Would you please hand me the soap?” she asks.
“Certainly,” I say, turning and taking in the sight of her bare shoulders and her pale skin disappearing into the blue water. Her hair is wet and she’s lazily treading water while she smiles at me.
I take a few steps toward the edge of the lagoon, then reach out to hand her a few shavings of soap. “It’s biodegradable.”
“Is it?”
“Uh-huh,” I say, completely mesmerized. “It works as shampoo, too.”
“Does it?” she asks with a grin.
I nod, unable to force myself to look away. “I’ll just turn around now.”
“Okay.” She shrugs like she doesn’t mind if I don’t.
Staying perfectly still, I say, “Because turning around would be the right thing to do.”
“Yes, it would,” she answers, rubbing soap onto her arms.
Oh, that is so hot. Seriously. I can’t even… “It’s…um…” I swallow hard. “Important to do the right thing.”
“Always.” Her hands disappear under the water as she starts soaping other areas.
I turn quickly, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’ll just be right here. Let me know if you need more soap. Or if you need a hand for any of your hard-to-reach places.”
I glance back in time to see her laugh. “I don’t have any hard to reach places. I do yoga and ballet workouts most days.”
“Oh, that’s nice,” I say, with barely enough brain power to form the words. “Good for you. It’s important to stay limber.”
“Will,” she says, her tone sounding more serious.
I turn my head to face her again. “More soap?”
“Are you going to get in or are you just going to pretend you’re not looking at me?”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to… It’s just that you’re so…”
“Get in.”
Did she just say that? The look on her face says she wants me to come in. “I don’t do yoga.”
Grinning, she says, “Well, then I can help you.”
“What about doing the right thing at all times?” I ask.
“Would it really be so wrong? We’re both single and, if I’m not mistaken, we both want to.”
Yes! Yes! Yes! “I knowIwant to, but I also don’t want to be a total scoundrel.”
“I don’t see how treating me with the respect of letting me make my own decisions is scoundrel-type behaviour.”
Shit. I’m totally going to wreck this, aren’t I? “It’s just that you’reyou, and I’mme, and when we’re not out here, I’m afraid there wouldn’t be much of a future together.”
“I’m okay with that, Will,” she says with a grin that I have to say looks enticingly naughty. “I came out here looking for adventure. Believe me when I say, I want to try it all.”
