“Tempting?” I parrot. “Do you think I’m tempting you on purpose?”
He looks at the sky with resignation before returning to me. “Not all the time, but you do. And even when you’re not trying, you still do. I haven’t had anyone for a really fucking long time, and you being you is not helping.”
This is where he loses me. “Being me?”
He sighs. “Yes, being all cheery andagreeable.”
“Agreeable?” I ask with a high-pitched voice. “What have I agreed to so far?”
“Maeve,” he exhales my name. “I really can’t do that with you.”
“Are you married?”
“No.” A painful growl.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No.”
“Are you gay?”
He very pointedly looks down at his dick, still straining the underwear.
“Not at the moment,” I chuckle. “Okay. Cool. I’m not any of those things either. And I’m not asking you to jump into bed with me, you know.”
“I know you aren’t.” He sighs. “But we both know this is where it’s going.”
My eyes roam along the shore. “I can go to my side of the camp tonight.”
“You can’t. I’ll go there.”
“What? No!” I cry out with mortification. “You literally built it, and now you want to give it away to me. You can’t do that. You won’t even fit. And there’s not much to fit in, to be honest.”
He follows my eyes and glances between his bungalow and my shit shelter. “We will figure something out. Let’s wash up and go get some food for our Christmas.”
I eye him from under lowered lashes. I was just talking about celebrating Friday-Sunday, and the grump has upgraded it to Christmas. Who am I to stop him?
“And you won’t be a Grinch?”
“I won’t. Even though he was very misunderstood.”
I freeze and squint my eyes at him. “Did you just crack a joke?”
“Don’t get used to it,” he says, splashing me with water.
I squeak and splash him back. In doing so, I keep moving myself in the water toward him until I end a couple of feet away. He’s splashing me right back, not noticing how close I am.
I do. I notice. I feel his presence deep in my core. Deep in my clenching pussy and suddenly weak thighs.
In one of the splashes, I misstep and fall forward. Right into his arms. His reflexes prove to be absolutely extraordinary, and naturally he catches me. My splayed palms land on his well-developed pecs while his large hands grab my sides right in the underarm area. They’re touching my entire side boob, and his big fingers are almost on my nipples.
The splashing stops. His eyes dig into mine. I swallow the anticipation and fear down because despite what he might think, I’m scared of him. More precisely, his rejection. He made it very clear nothing can happen between us, and he made it seem like I’m the overeager one in this duo.
But what I’m seeing right now totally contradicts that. His eyes are burning as they land on my slightly open mouth. My body nearly flush to his feels his veryhardintentions regardingus not happening.
His biceps are strained. Like he’s trying to hold himself together. His lips are one, hard line.
His hands are slowly crawling to my back, drawing me deeper into his embrace.
