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He stands and holds a hand out to me. "No, you didn't mention the word date when you texted me about skinny dipping at the lake."
"I like to keep you on your toes," I shrug as he squeezes my hand lightly.
We rinse off in the water, removing sand from all the uncomfortable places. There's nothing remotely romantic about making out—naked—on the sandy shoreline.
"I think there's sand in my ass," I throw my head back and laugh.
Wilder shakes his head, the moonlight bathing him in a radiant shimmer. "Come here."
I step closer, the lake water cooling off my clammy skin. Wilder runs his hands up and down my legs, removing all remaining sand from that area. Then, his fingers find my back, my stomach, my shoulders. His breathing hitches as the palms of his hands glide over my breasts. I close my eyes, the contact sublime. Cash never touched me like this. Never ran his hands all over my body like Wilder's doing now.
"You okay, Blondie?" I hear Wilder's voice.
I lick my lips. "It feels good. So good."
He smirks and drops his hands to his sides. "Let's go before we both do something we'll regret."
"Oh," I cross my arms over my chest, "you're the only one who would regret it."
Wilder mumbles something under his breath. I don't hear most of it, but I catch the words, "trust" and "me."
"We still getting ice cream?" I ask him when we're fully clothed again.
He glances over at me, the moonlight casting a white glow across his handsome face. "If you want ice cream, we'll get ice cream."
I skip beside him. "I do want ice cream."
"You know," he starts as he unlocks my door and opens it for me, "you were all hot and bothered when Cash wouldn't have sex with you. But I didn't have sex with you, and you don't seem the least bit bothered."
"I'm not sure what answer you're looking for here," I say as I give him a playful wink.
He closes my door and walks over to his side. When he plops in beside me, he turns on the ignition. "You were always frustrated with him because... Blondie, please don't make me say it."
"Say it," I goad.
"You never reached uh, the peak with Cash."
"Orgasm," I correct. "It's an orgasm."
"You didn't orgasm just now. Why don't you seem frustrated?"
"How do you know I didn't orgasm?" I challenge.
"I've... I know when a girl—woman—orgasms. You didn't." I can't see the red color of his cheeks in the dark as he drives down the bumpy dirt road, but I know he's blushing.
"Maybe you satisfied something inside of me," I shrug. Honestly, making out naked was enough of a high. For now. But I'm not telling him that.
"You sure you're not fucking with me?" He sounds uneasy. I wonder if this has to do with Olivia-Sophia and whatever she did to him.
"No," I reply. "I'm not fucking with you. I don't make a habit of undressing in front of boys just for the fun of it."
"Isn't that the point of skinny dipping?"
"Yeah," I wave off, "but you're probably the only person I would ever do that with."
"Really?"
"Really," I hitch a shoulder. "You're the only person I feel comfortable doing a lot of things with."
