Page 30 of Those Summer Nights (Sweet Cravings 2)

He laughed and caught the shirt. "Now that you've seen me almost naked, you don't have to bother closing your eyes."

"I think that since I've seen you in just your underwear I deserve to know your name." I was glad I said that instead of what I really wanted to. Which was more on the lines of, “Now that I’ve seen you in just boxers you might as well just show me the package.” At least I had a filter even though my mind was being attacked by butterflies.

"Yeah, probably." He looked uncomfortable now, when a moment ago when he was posed in his underwea

r he looked as confident as could be.

"So...are you going to tell me what it is?"

"Nah."

"Oh come on."

He looked at me as he pulled on his shirt. "Well, even if I knew your name, I'd still call you Jellyfish Girl, so I'm not sure what the point is."

"You really don't want to know what my name is?"

He buttoned up his shirt. This time he rolled up the sleeves himself. "If I'm being completely honest, I already know your name."

"What? How?"

"The girl from Sweet Cravings told me when I was trying to find you." He stopped getting dressed and looked down at me. He was wearing just the shirt. It didn't matter what he wore, he was sexy as hell.

"And?"

"And I'd rather call you Jellyfish Girl than Mila. It seems a little more personal. Don't get me wrong, Mila is a very nice name. It suits you almost as well as Jellyfish Girl."

"Okay.” I could feel my cheeks turning pink. There was definitely something personal about a nickname. But that didn’t take away from the fact that I wanted to know his real name too. “It's only fair that I know your name if you know mine."

"What's to know? I'm your lifeguard."

"I didn't mean it like that."

"Yeah...you did." He pulled on a pair of pants. They were the right length, but the waist was too big.

"Come on. You have to tell me."

"How do I look?" he asked, ignoring the question.

"They're too big."

He turned around and looked in the mirror. "Yeah, you're right." He started to unbutton them.

While he was distracted, I grabbed his shorts and pulled out his wallet. I opened it up.

"Wait." He turned around and tried to grab his wallet back. "Mila, come on." He grabbed my arm, but I turned around.

I quickly pulled out his driver’s license and read the name. He gripped my other arm too so that his arms were around me, trying to prevent me from looking at the driver’s license. But it was too late. I’d seen it. I was about to tell him, when I felt his pants fall, the fabric dropping between us. And then I felt him. The package that I wanted to take a peek at earlier was now pressed against my ass. I didn’t need to see it to know it was big. I was torn between being aroused and being mortified. I was being hugged by a pants-less man I barely knew in a men’s changing room. A man who had quite a silly name. I turned my head to see him and started laughing because I didn’t know what else to do.

"Shit." He snatched his license out of my hand and let go of my arms.

"Your name is Jaime Jamison?" I tried to keep a straight face.

"My name is J. J." He grabbed his wallet back as he kicked off the pants.

"I'm sorry." I bit my lip. It was such a ridiculous name. It was hard not to laugh.

"Yeah, my parents are the worst." He put his wallet back in the pocket of his shorts. "They're pretty much the only ones that know my real name."

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