Page 18 of The Key Holder

I shrugged. “Might go for a swim.”

“Ooh, that could be nice. I don’t need to put as much weight on my feet in the water.”

“You want to join me at some point then?” The question left my lips before I even thought of the reality.

Before Dylan’s arrival, I had planned on spending the majority of the summer tanning every part of my body. This was the first time I realized that wouldn’t be happening unless I went off on my own.

If circumstances were a little different, I’d suggest skinny dipping, but based on both distant and recent past events, situations involving nudity and my former stepson were a bit implausible.

On a whim, I had packed a very skimpy option, but it was one I never planned on using. I could wear running shorts or even my UnderArmour trunks, but that seemed a bit ridiculous. I was probably reading too much into the whole situation. A pair of neon micro swim briefs would be fine.

“I can try later today. Let me know when you’re going.”

“Will do.”

Swimming was what we did at the lake. Every summer.

Backing out now wasn’t really an option.

I did it.

I found them and put them on. Like an adult.

I said I was going swimming and I was. After all, my tiny blue Competition Crew Aussiebum swim briefs covered a portion of my body. Certainly more than when Dylan walked in on me pleasuring myself with that fucktoy. I hollered down to him that I was going swimming and asked if he wanted help to get to his room to change.

“I’m good. Boy Scout motto. I put my trunks on this morning after breakfast.”

As I came down the stairs, towel around my neck, I said, “At least you learned something in the scouts.”

“I learned more than tha—” Dylan stopped as soon as he saw me. “Is that what you’re wearing?”

Okay, maybe I should’ve worn shorts.

“Shit. Forget I said that. It’s your summer. You can wear whatever you want.”

“Do you not want me to wear this?”

“No, it’s just.” Dylan wasn’t even looking at me. “I would’ve worn something different if I knew you were going to be so…”

“Stylish?” I said for him.

“Revealing,” Dylan finished.

“You can still change. I’m not going to shame you for wearing whatever you like. It’s a free country.”

“I wasn’t shaming you.”

“I was only teasing.” Kind of.

“Alright, give me another minute.”

I went to help him, but he waved me off. “I’m good at hopping now,” he said on his way past me. “I’ll be back in a sex—sec. I’ll be back in a sec.”

I smirked as Dylan hopped back to his room and made my way into the kitchen to throw a few beers in a cooler.

A few minutes later when Dylan hopped back out, it was my jaw’s turn to drop a bit. I wasn’t sure if his was less fabric than mine but it was damn close. “Very nice.” I apparently felt the need to comment.

“Thanks.”