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Her arms hugged around her waist, her white dress clinging to her form, her lightly tanned shoulders peeking out from her blonde hair.
“I didn’t know that,” she admitted, her blue eyes glued to a tree.
Damien shed his boots and jeans entirely, until he wore nothing more than his black boxer-briefs. A brief glimpse showing they were tightly wrapped about his muscled form, though she dared not look longer.
He strode on down into the water without delay, slipping into it until it was nearly up to his shoulders.
“Not as big as I remember it,” he said, though he was bigger than she ever remembered him.
Maybe that was just it. He’d filled out so the pond seemed smaller.
She held a hand over her eyes to block out the glare of the sun as it beat down upon her. She had to admit it was warm, and that a nice dip in the cold water would feel right nice. But she didn’t trust herself around him. Not with the way her eyes lingered and wanted for more.
“So,” he said, his deep voice punctuating the silence of the picturesque scene. “You don’t got yourself a boyfriend off where you’re workin’ and livin’?” he asked, dunking his head down beneath the water to give her a moment to think before he rose back up, splashed water about as he whipped his head back and stroked a hand over his glistening hair.
She shook her head, moving a bit closer to a large rock on the bank. She sat atop it, curling her legs up.
“Naw. Most guys your age left for the big city long ago. Not many stickin’ around anymore.”
He paused and looked at her, running both hands through his hair to squeeze the water out, but in the process giving her ample view of those thick, bulging muscles of his biceps.
“Yeah that’s probably true, huh?” he said thoughtfully. “But you still stuck around in the country. Never took off to the city like I did. Why’s that, Britney?” he asked.
“Never cared for the noise,” she said, feeling more at ease as they spoke. She hadn’t really spoken to him, not before. Not when they were still livin’ together and he had a chip on his shoulder.
“I know it’s not glamorous, livin’ simple, but I like it. All I gotta worry about is goin’ to work, and I like all the folks there.”
He stepped back further into the pond, floating on the water a little now that he was deep enough in, his thick arms moving gently to keep him steady as he watched her.
“Is that what you had in mind then for the long run? Workin’ in town at the diner? Always thought you was a born farm girl,” he said, no mockery or scorn the
re. If he looked down on her for it, he didn’t show it too directly.
“Couldn’t take care of it on my own. It’s a big job, you know. Lots of heavy liftin’, and never really ends, you know? I figured there’d be time, if I still wanted to do it when I was older. Once I found someone, or...” she trailed off. She hadn’t given it much thought, truly. She simply knew what felt right.
Damien took the time to dip beneath the water and swim about the pond for a while, before finally surfacing again and walking up towards her. His thick shoulders cascading water over his body as he approached her. Those black boxer-briefs clinging to the outline of his large package.
“Just playin’ it all by the feeling in your gut, huh?” he asked, standing close to her, so casually as he poured water off his body in the sun, standing upon the grassy bank.
There was something about his casual confidence that kept drawin’ her in, beggin’ her to steal a glance at him even though she shouldn’t. He’d changed so much since they were young, and he was so much kinder.
“I guess,” she said with a nod.
Was hard to think about whether it was her gut leadin’ the way when it was his gut — hard and ripped, with a six pack that was so prominent — that had her full attention.
“I suppose I never told you why I left for the city, huh?” he said, sittin’ himself back down beside her, leaning on one hand as he let the sun dry the water off of him slowly.
“Didn’t tell me much of anything,” she agreed, her face turned to look up at him. Even sat down he had at least a half foot on her.
“Well, I hoped to find a gal,” he said thoughtfully, peering off over the water and into the forest. “Find some excitin’ times, good stories, return home someday with a good woman on my arm, and settle back down on my terms,” he explained.
That took her by surprise, the idea that he’d want to come back home eventually. She figured he couldn’t wait to leave and stay gone.
Her hair wound around her finger as she watched him.
“Did you find what you wanted?”
He chuckled, but only a little.
