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“Nate,this isn’t the way to the rink.”
“We’re not going to the rink.”
Brady said we needed to work through our trust issues, so that’s what we’re going to do.Trust issuesis what we’re calling them because we’re a team. Saying it’s Stassie’s fear puts the blame on her and gives her something else to punish herself for.
“We can’t skip practice because you’re hungover,” she drawls.
“I had three doughnuts with JJ earlier, I’m not hungover anymore. And we’re not skipping. Brady approves.”
“And what’re we doing?”
“We’re going to learn to trust each other.”
The rest of the car journey is quiet as she sits and sulks because I won’t tell her where we’re going. Jokes on her, I like her pouty lips and the way her nose scrunches when she’s annoyed.
Pulling into the UCMH pool parking lot, I immediately feel her eyes on me. “Swimming? You’re joking, right?”
“The whole swim team are in Philadelphia at some comp. We have the pool to ourselves; I’m going to prove to you I can handle whatever you throw at me.”
It’s a good plan in principle, but the way her face sinks makes my heart ache.
“I don’t even have a suit.”
“I took Sabrina home at lunch and she got me all your things. You have everything you need and it’s all going to be okay.”
“If you say so,” she grumbles, unbuckling her seat belt.
I’ve been waiting outside the locker rooms for fifteen minutes and there is no sign of her. I have considered she might have requested an Uber, but finally, her head appears.
“Did you give Sabrina any requirements when you asked her to get me a swimsuit?”
“I asked for her to get something that you can go in the pool in, why?”
She huffs and rolls her eyes. “Well, just know that this bikini was last worn during spring break in Palm Springs.”
Her head disappears, then all of her steps out, and I choke on nothing. Air? My own salvia? I don’t know, but I’m struggling for oxygen.
Calling what she’s wearing a bikini is a massive exaggeration. What she’s wearing is tiny scraps of material that do absolutely nothing to cover anything. She spins around, and yep, her whole ass is out, the tiniest bit of pink string resting between her cheeks. “You honestly thought Brin was going to give me something practical?”
My mouth is like a desert and I’m struggling to swallow. She’s been getting undressed in the bathroom since the start of our agreement, so I haven’t seen this much skin since we last showered. She was genuinely wearing more than this the last time we had sex.
“Uh.”Smooth.“Uh, should we get in the pool?”
She’s trying not to laugh and I’m trying not to blatantly ogle her, and neither of us is doing very well. I’m so fucking glad the swim team isn’t here right now. I’m not sure I could punch every single guy who looked in her direction, although I’d give it a good go.
The swim center has a couple of different pools, so we’re working in the most shallow one. The aim is for Stassie to believe I won’t drop her while she has the security of a mouth full of chlorine being the worst-case scenario.
“Oh great.” She groans after hearing the plan, dropping herself into the water from the side. “So not only do I have to worry about you dropping me, now I have to worry about drowning.”
“I’m not going to drop you and I’d never let you drown. Repeat it back to me so I know you’re listening,” I say, dropping beside her.
“You’re not going to drop me.”
“What else?”
