“Babe,” I grow serious. “I like…you.”
“Wilder…how many times do I have to tell you this: I like you!”
“How about we both agree that we like each other?”
“Yeah, I can get on board with that. Because I think you’re great.”
“And I think you’re great.”
Her fingers drag over my chest. “And I think you’re sexy.” She leans in and whispers, “The first night we slept in the samebed, I thought about you possibly touching me.” Then she brings her finger to her lips and shooshes me.
Fucking adorable.
“The first night we slept together, I had a dream about you,” I admit.
She clamps her hand over her mouth. “Was it a sex dream?”
“I don’t think so. But a few nights later, I definitely had a sex dream about you. It was after you wore your bathing suit. Your ass is so fine.”
“Your ass is fine.” She pushes at my chest.
“No, babe, your ass is fine. The finest of all asses to ever ass.”
“Is that a thing?”
I nod. “It’s a thing. An award that is only handed out to the best ass to ever walk, and, Pips, that’s your ass.” I blow out a heavy breath and then pout. “But I’m sad.”
“Oh no, why?” She cups my cheek.
“Because I want to see your ass again, and it’s all covered up.”
“Gosh, that is sad.”
“I wish that it wasn’t covered up.”
“For your sake, I wish it wasn’t as well.”
“Well then, maybe…maybe you can take your shorts off.”
She glances down at her shorts and then back at me. “Want me to take them off and bend over in front of you?”
“Please.”
She nods. “I mean, I can’t have you sad.” She shimmies out of her shorts and then stands from the blanket, only to back up in front of me and bend over, where she touches her toes.
“Christ,” I mutter as I run my hands up her hamstrings and straight to her ass, pushing the bikini briefs to her center and gripping her ass tightly.
“Oh God,” she moans and then stands. Staring down at me, she asks, “What about my boobs? Do you miss those too?”
“So much I might start crying.”
“Please don’t cry,” she says as she reaches into her white shirt and undoes her bra. She tosses it to the side but leaves her shirt on.
“That’s not good enough.”
“I’m not done.”
Then to my surprise, she walks to the lake, steps into the water, and dips herself all the way down until the water reaches her neck. When she stands back up, the water weighs down her shirt, making it see-through as the fabric clings to her body.
