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Coincidence? Or does somebody out there have a dark sense of humor and simply enjoys toying with me? I’m not sure. I don’t want to know.
“You know what I want to do?”
I quirk my brow, unsure of where she’s going with this. “What?”
“Swim.”
Swim?
Before I can say anything, Rose uncurls her arms, her fingers brushing against mine for a split second before she pushes to her feet and grabs the hem of her dress, pulling it up.
Fucking hell.
My whole body goes taut at the sight of her, my fingers curling into fists to stop myself from reaching for her.
She lowers her hands, the material falling from her fingers, but my attention isn’t on that. It’s on the woman standing in front of me.
My mouth goes dry at the sight of her, and although my ears are ringing, I’m pretty sure all the blood has drained down south. I shift in my seat; my cock is painfully hard, pressing against the material of my pants.
She’s wearing one of those matching lacy underwear sets. The shade of the sheer material is almost the exact same color as her eyes, and it does little to hide anything from my view.
I force my gaze away, fixing it to a dot in the distance, my throat bobbing as I swallow the lump that’s formed. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m going swimming.”
“Like that?”
Why does my voice suddenly sound like a twelve-year-old boy who just entered puberty?
She throws me a mischievous smile over her shoulder. “There is nobody here.”
That’s the fucking problem.
There is nobody around, and she’s walking around like a fucking goddess, and I can barely stop myself from touching her on a good day.
Cursing silently, I run my palm over my face before letting it drop, just in time to see her turn around, walking backward so she can face me.
She tilts her head to the side, a small smile playing on her lips. “You coming, Williams? Or are you afraid of a little bit of water?”
“This is a bad idea.”
I’m not sure who I’m trying to convince, her or myself. Does it even matter?
Mischief twinkles in her irises. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
ROSE
Coming to the surface, I turn around and find Chase still sitting where I left him. My stomach clenches, something that feels a lot like disappointment burning inside me, but I push it back as I let myself float on the lake.
Weightless.
Free.
I’m finally free.
At some point since I got here, the sun has set. The lake is slightly chilly, making goosebumps rise on my skin. Not that I mind it; it makes me feel alive. I can hear the soft buzzing surrounding me, a few fireflies flying above the lake.
