Luis. “You better hurry and jump in before security comes.”
Hunter sits on a lounge chair and pulls off his shoes.
“I said with your clothes on, Hunter.”
He laughs. “These are my custom Edward Green shoes, sweetheart. I’m not about to get them wet.”
I take one of his precious shoes, stand at the edge of the pool, and pretend to toss it in the water.
His eyes go wide. “You better not.”
“What if I did?” I ask, tossing the shoe back to him. He needs to know material things shouldn’t mean so much.
He puts both shoes neatly under the chair. It makes me wonder if the clothes in his closet are neatly folded and color-coded.
“If you tossed my shoe in, I’d do this!” he says, then surprises me by picking me up and jumping into the pool with me securely captured in his arms.
I come up sputtering. “I’m gonna kill you!” I swim toward the edge of the pool, completely drenched and contemplating how I’m going to explain this one to my parents. I hoist myself out of the water and wring out my hair. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t. In fact, I think you like me a little.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. You owe me a new pair of shoes,” I tell him.”
“No problem. When can I take you shopping?” Hunter gets out of the pool. His shirt is sticking to his chest, his pants are sticking to his legs … and he’s looking right at my chest. I look down and realize that my dress is clinging to my skin.
“Never. I’ll e-mail you my size and a picture of them.”
Hunter stares down at my heels. “What designer are they?”
“I don’t know. I got them at Target.”
He laughs. “Do you know how cute you are?”
“Not when I’m wet and makeup is running down my face. I’m sure I look horrible, thanks to you.”
“You look hot, Nik. Superhot.” He steps closer. “We’re both wet. You know what this means, don’t you?”
“That I’m done playing truth or dare?”
“No. It means that we’ve got something in common. I might not have the Mexican thing goin’ on, but we’re both soaking wet.”
“You’re grasping at straws, Hunter. Being wet does not mean we have something in common.”
“Just shut up and roll with it. You know, I’m always game if you want to fool around. You don’t have a boyfriend, I don’t have a girlfriend …” He leans in to kiss me, but I put my hand on his chest and stop him.
“Seriously, don’t make me laugh.”
“Come on, Nik.” He looks down at my breasts. “Your body is telling you something.”
If he’s referring to me being nippy, it’s because a gust of wind just blew over me and I got a chill for a second. We’re in the suburbs of Chicago—no girl is immune to the Chicago wind.
“The pool is closed for guests,” a guy says from the gate. A bunch of employees are standing behind him, ready to jump in the pool for employee “after-hours” swim time. Luis is there, too, talking to the hostess from the dining room.
“The pool is closed?” Hunter asks as if he wasn’t aware of it. Hunter winks at me to play along. He’s good at playing dumb, I’ll give him that.
“You’ll have to come back tomorrow,” a security guy says. “It’s only open to staff after ten.”
“Sorry.” Hunter grabs his shoes, then takes my hand in his and leads me out of the pool area.
“Hey,” Luis says as Hunter and I pass him.
“Hey,” I say back dumbly.
I take my hand from Hunter’s grasp. “Remind me never to play truth or dare with you again.”
Hunter laughs. “Are you kidding? That was fun. I bet I could have paid that security guard off and we could have stayed. You’ll have to come over to my house next time and go in our hot tub with me.”
“Keep dreaming.”
Over by the volleyball courts, I see my parents talking to my friends.
“What happened to you two?” Dad asks us when he catches a glimpse of our drenched clothes. “You’re both soaking wet.”
I’m not about to admit I was playing truth or
Hunter sits on a lounge chair and pulls off his shoes.
“I said with your clothes on, Hunter.”
He laughs. “These are my custom Edward Green shoes, sweetheart. I’m not about to get them wet.”
I take one of his precious shoes, stand at the edge of the pool, and pretend to toss it in the water.
His eyes go wide. “You better not.”
“What if I did?” I ask, tossing the shoe back to him. He needs to know material things shouldn’t mean so much.
He puts both shoes neatly under the chair. It makes me wonder if the clothes in his closet are neatly folded and color-coded.
“If you tossed my shoe in, I’d do this!” he says, then surprises me by picking me up and jumping into the pool with me securely captured in his arms.
I come up sputtering. “I’m gonna kill you!” I swim toward the edge of the pool, completely drenched and contemplating how I’m going to explain this one to my parents. I hoist myself out of the water and wring out my hair. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t. In fact, I think you like me a little.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. You owe me a new pair of shoes,” I tell him.”
“No problem. When can I take you shopping?” Hunter gets out of the pool. His shirt is sticking to his chest, his pants are sticking to his legs … and he’s looking right at my chest. I look down and realize that my dress is clinging to my skin.
“Never. I’ll e-mail you my size and a picture of them.”
Hunter stares down at my heels. “What designer are they?”
“I don’t know. I got them at Target.”
He laughs. “Do you know how cute you are?”
“Not when I’m wet and makeup is running down my face. I’m sure I look horrible, thanks to you.”
“You look hot, Nik. Superhot.” He steps closer. “We’re both wet. You know what this means, don’t you?”
“That I’m done playing truth or dare?”
“No. It means that we’ve got something in common. I might not have the Mexican thing goin’ on, but we’re both soaking wet.”
“You’re grasping at straws, Hunter. Being wet does not mean we have something in common.”
“Just shut up and roll with it. You know, I’m always game if you want to fool around. You don’t have a boyfriend, I don’t have a girlfriend …” He leans in to kiss me, but I put my hand on his chest and stop him.
“Seriously, don’t make me laugh.”
“Come on, Nik.” He looks down at my breasts. “Your body is telling you something.”
If he’s referring to me being nippy, it’s because a gust of wind just blew over me and I got a chill for a second. We’re in the suburbs of Chicago—no girl is immune to the Chicago wind.
“The pool is closed for guests,” a guy says from the gate. A bunch of employees are standing behind him, ready to jump in the pool for employee “after-hours” swim time. Luis is there, too, talking to the hostess from the dining room.
“The pool is closed?” Hunter asks as if he wasn’t aware of it. Hunter winks at me to play along. He’s good at playing dumb, I’ll give him that.
“You’ll have to come back tomorrow,” a security guy says. “It’s only open to staff after ten.”
“Sorry.” Hunter grabs his shoes, then takes my hand in his and leads me out of the pool area.
“Hey,” Luis says as Hunter and I pass him.
“Hey,” I say back dumbly.
I take my hand from Hunter’s grasp. “Remind me never to play truth or dare with you again.”
Hunter laughs. “Are you kidding? That was fun. I bet I could have paid that security guard off and we could have stayed. You’ll have to come over to my house next time and go in our hot tub with me.”
“Keep dreaming.”
Over by the volleyball courts, I see my parents talking to my friends.
“What happened to you two?” Dad asks us when he catches a glimpse of our drenched clothes. “You’re both soaking wet.”
I’m not about to admit I was playing truth or
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