He pulled out and came on my ass, and we stood there for a few moments with our chests heaving as the water streamed down, rinsing us. Finally, I let my hands off the wall, my arms tired from using them for leverage.
He spun me around, grabbed me by the hips, and brought me in for a kiss in the rain.
Or, the shower, whatever.
“I feel kind of like I’m inThe Notebookright now,” I giggled. “You know, that scene where Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams kiss in the rain.”
He ran a hand through my hair. “You’re funny.”
“I mean, obviously we’re in a shower. But a girl can dream.”
“Why would you want to dream aboutThe Notebook?”
“Doesn’t every girl?”
He shrugged and picked up the little bottle of kiwi shampoo.
“I’m pretty sure they don’t have sex this hot inThe Notebook.”
CHAPTER 20
CATARINA
“Have you been bowling before, Catarina?”Dustin’s papaw asked as I looked over all of the available bowling balls.
“I went a couple times in college. We had a bowling night once a year.”
“Well let me help you here.” He walked up to the balls and picked one out, a baby blue colored ball. “This one here’s a beginner’s bowling ball.”
I thanked him and we headed back to the lane where Dustin was entering the names for our game.
“The computer is broken,” he said, pressing in vain at some of the buttons.
I shrugged. “That’s okay. We can just play for fun, right?”
“Half the fun is entering inappropriate initials or nicknames since the computer only accepts three letters, though.”
“We could ask for a different lane.”
“Good idea, let’s head to the front desk.”
I abandoned my baby blue ball and we headed back to the front desk. It was almost seven P.M. now, and Rolling Pins was getting backed up with people. Dustin had been shoulder patted about a million times and congratulated for his playing.
“Dustin,” I whispered, putting my hand on his shoulder as we waited in line. “How do you feel?”
He cleared his throat. “Not great. I thought this would be a tiny ceremony. I specifically told my family, ‘close family only.’”
“Looks like the word got out to your extended family.”
“Forget extended family, the entire town is here!”
“Do you feel bad about it?”
“Because it’s a ruse?”
“Yes,” I gulped.
“Yeah,” he said. “A little.”
