Joelle: What did I do?
Emmett: That swimsuit. The way you looked at me. Everything.
My stomach flips.
Joelle: You're the one who pulled me closer.
Emmett: You wrapped your legs around me.
Joelle: You told me to.
Emmett: Fair point.
Emmett: I can still taste you.
Heat floods through me.
Joelle: Emmett ...
Emmett: Tell me you're thinking about it too.
I am. I haven't stopped thinking about it since I left the pool.
Joelle: Maybe.
Emmett: Just maybe?
Joelle: Okay, definitely.
Emmett: What are you thinking about?
Joelle: Your hands. Your mouth. The sound you made when I rocked against you.
Emmett: Fuck.
Emmett: You can't say things like that and expect me to survive the night.
Joelle: Who says I want you to survive?
Emmett: Trouble.
Joelle: That's my name.
My phone rings and his name flashes on the screen.
I answer. "Hello?"
"Tell me what you're wearing." His voice is low.
"Emmett ..."
"Please. I need to know."
"Tank top and shorts."
"Take them off." His voice drops low.
"What?"
