I’ll only tell you if you tell me how you got my number.
Ares
Wasn’t hard. It’s on your invoices.
I rolled my eyes.
Me
Right. I should’ve known.
Ares
Now, answer my question.
Me
Just another athletic swimsuit.
Ares
There’s nothing “just” about other people staring at my girl in practically nothing.
Me
The only people here are my teammates and coach. No guys. Happy?
Ares
Not even close. Only if I was there with you.
My breath caught in my chest.
Ares
But that will have to do for now.
The coach blew her whistle, signaling for us to go get changed and head to breakfast. I sent a quick text back that I had to go, and he replied that we’d talk later. My heart skipped a beat, but I told myself that even if this was what I might have wanted, Ishould end it. I couldn’t afford to be distracted by a guy right now.
But when the texts continued to come in over the next two weeks, I kept answering. They started easy, with a little teasing and a cute cockiness that made me smile. But as time went by, and we got to know each other a little better, our conversations became flirtier and more intimate.
He sounded more possessive, which probably should have made me bristle and cut things off. Instead, it made my skin tingle and long to hear him whisper those things to me in person while his hands explored my body.
The day before camp ended, he told me he wanted to see me the day after I got home.
Me
I’m not sure that’s a great idea.
Ares
It’s a fan-fucking-tastic idea. Dinner. Night after tomorrow.
My body felt too hot, every inch of skin tingling as though he was right here watching me.
Me
You’re very sure of yourself.
