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Wally might not be watching me, but I’m certainly watching him.
I do what he suggested and warm, wonderful water pressure starts pelting my back.
“Ohhhhhhh god,” I moan.
He immediately whips around to face me.
“You okay?”
“You’re looking at me!” I scream.
“I’m sorry!” he bellows. “You just—You said ‘oh god!’ I thought you were in trouble and needed something.“
“But I didn’t say it in an emergency way. I said it in a—a—a –a porny way.”
A ‘porny’ way?”
“Yeah. Didn’t you think it sounded porny?”
“Mabel… and I mean this in the most respectful, gentlemanly way possible… I find everything you do to be ‘porny.’ If by porny you mean sexy. I find every single thing about you to be incredibly sexy.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“I don’t think anyone’s ever thought that about me before, let alone said it to me.”
“Well then they haven’t been paying an ounce of attention, because Mabel Again?”
“Yeah?” I can’t hide my smile every time he calls me that.
“You are adorable, sexy perfection and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
Our eyes stay connected over the stall, him on the outside, me on the inside. The warm water pouring down my body softens me somehow, energizes me, emboldens me.
Desire sweeps over me at that moment, and I don’t think I could stop it if I tried. I place my hand on the wooden door and slowly creak it wide open, not caring in that second that anyone wandering down the path, human or animal, could see me standing there completely naked. Completely wanting him.
Wally’s eyes widen and slowly trace down the length of me.
He smiles and breathes out one single word. “Wow.”
Then… I reach out, grab the lapel of his shirt and pull him under the spray.
Chapter Eighteen
We kiss like it’s our purpose on the planet. Like we’ve been waiting our whole lives to express ourselves fully and this is the moment when we finally do.
It feels like we’ve done this a thousand times before, instead of just the one fumbling, yet still earth-shattering kiss we shared—or I stole rather—before we crashed into the lake.
Here we are crashing together in the water again, but now in a completely different way. And somehow I’m completely unselfconscious about the fact that he’s fully dressed and I’m completely naked. Unselfconscious, yes, but apparently still apologetic.
“Your clothes are getting soaked,” I say when I come up for air.
“Yup.” He kisses my neck.
“Sorry about that.”
“Don’t care one bit, darlin.”
