“Do you wanna go for a swim?”
Sora
I nervously bite down on my lower lip, staring at him, waiting for him to hopefully give me the answer I’m so desperately seeking. It’s spontaneous, sure, but I enjoy being spontaneous. And there is something about being around Logan that makes me brave. Makes me want to do crazy fun things.
“You want to go swimming? Now. In the lake.” His tone is skeptical, but the way his throat bobs I can tell he’s considering the idea.
“Yes. And after our last lake encounter, I’m assuming you’re not gonna let me go alone. So…” I rise, setting down my drink. “You can watch me, or you can join me. Up to you.” Not waiting for his answer, I descend the stairs hearing the trash can rattle as I go by and say a quick hi to Fred.
When heavy footsteps crunch on the grass behind me, I grin in confidence.
I’m overwhelmed with all this for sure, but my heart races in excitement.
When Logan falls in step with mine, I turn to glance up at him. His perfectly chiseled profile is something to behold.
“Just so you know, I’m only making sure you don’t get hurt. Or drown.”
“I’m actually an excellent swimmer. So, it’ll be me who savesyouif you were the one drowning.”
The side of his mouth turns up as we approach the lake. “I feel safe then.”
I smile, stopping at the end of the pier.
“Ladies first.” Logan gestures with his hand.
My eyes stay locked with Logan’s as I strip off my shorts first. I’m glad I wore my good underwear tonight. His jaw moves,but he does a disappointingly fantastic job of keeping his eyes on mine and not roaming to other places.
Okay. Now for the top. I don’t have a bra on.
He clears his throat, spinning around so his broad back is to me. But I desire him to see me. Want to taste the fire from his penetrating gaze.
“What if I don’t want you to be a gentleman right now?” Heat rises on my face, and I wince at myself because what the hell am I doing? I should have stuck with water tonight.
Logan’s breath catches. “It’s for your own good. Believe me, dove.” There’s heat in those words as he turns slightly, giving me a small view of his profile and harsh features.
My mouth falls open as I try to control my breathing, removing the rest of my clothing, leaving me standing there in nothing but bare skin. With his back still to me, I dive headfirst. The water’s warm, not bath water warm, but it is comfortable and not at all bone chilling. I rise above the water, running my hands over my face and combing back my hair. When I open my eyes, it’s a sight to behold. Logan strips off his shirt and I’m practically foaming at the mouth. His muscular chest and tattoos stare at me with temptation. Then he pulls down his sweatpants, stepping out of them, leaving nothing on but his briefs.
He looks like a warrior.
“You didn’t look away,” he says, flashing me a faint grin.
Shit.
“Sorry!” The water splashes around me as I spin. It’s not like I haven’t seen him in nothing but a towel more than once.
“Stop apologizing.” His voice sounds almost sultry against the sternness.
With my back still turned, I hear the water splash behind me. Since now I know it’s safe, I twist around putting the pier back into my view. I float, searching and waiting for Logan topop up from under. When he finally does, I yelp because he ends up only inches from me.
“Hi.” The water drips off him, and I tell my ovaries to chill the fuck out.
“Hi,” I say back. “I wasn’t sure if you’d really come in.”
“I’m not the kind of man who’d let you have all the fun.”
“Then what kind of man are you, Logan?”
Our eyes lock and for once, the world becomes smaller.
