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And yet

There’s a splash behind er able to contain myself, I turn I watch his head break the surface of the water, rivulets running over his face and shoulders He reaches up and wipes his eyes, and then he’s grinning at me Wild and carefree and so, so handsome it’s hard to breathe

It’s easy to understand why Dylan warnedimpossible to resist about his charets just about any girl he wants

And iirl is nowbeneath the water To ht But even so, an illicit thrill runs through because I know Even if I can’t see

Before I can ask hi over to the side of the pool and leaning his are with his back toto prompt me into action Nor does he seem impatient He behaves al I don’t understand about Dylan’s warning Sure, he’s been blatantly flirtatious And shameless was a very apt description But he’s never been pushy or rude, except for the moment when he stole htful And it makes me wonderis he different with irls he’s interested in? Maybe the thoughtfulness is an act to put

With a deep breath, I reach for the buttons on ainst my bare skinthe end of October Texas doesn’t have a traditional winter sosummer with occasional cold fronts to break up the relentless heat

When I get the shirt all the way unbuttoned, I shrug it off and lay it over the fence beside Torres’s loincloth I blush furiously at the sight of the dark shorts on top of his costuer than boxer briefs, but they’re still constructed like thely they would fit over his hsover all of him I look back over my shoulder, but he’s still exactly as I left hiht

Quickly, I shove the plaid schoolgirl skirt over ar it on top of my shirt, and then I pause I could just ju expert, but I’ve seen enough movies to know one doesn’t have to be completely naked for it to count

But then o back to the party And sinceit I’d either have to wait for o back anyway It would take a long while for s to dry Dylan would no doubt wonder where I a

No Bra and underwear need to go, too

With one last glance at Torres, I reach behind me to unclasp my bra, shimmy off my underwear, and throw them both on the pile of clothes

Then I turn to face the pool

I look at Torres’s back and wonder if he can feel ht I could feel hi him, completely on display? One peek over his shoulder is all it would take to know all my secrets But he doesn’t peek Not once