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"Really?" She whispers.
"Yeah," I wink, "just like old times."
She walks closer to me, dusting the shoulder of my black t-shirt, "You make me bad."
My hands find her waist, pulling her in, "No, I keep you wild. There's a difference."
She kisses me lightly, both of us jerking away when we hear Judson's voice carry through the hall.
"Well, well, well… what do we have here?" Judson crosses his arms, perching himself against the door frame, "You were right El, they are terrible at hiding it."
Ellie tries to keep her laughter inside, JC dragging her toward the front door to leave.
"Bye mom, Bye dad!" She yells.
Judson pushes off the door, his eyes soft and knowing.
"You two kids have fun!"
We hear his footsteps, followed by the closing of the front door, and both of us crack up.
We make our way into the kitchen to get ready to leave for the day, and I pick my keys up off the counter.
She stops in her tracks in the foyer, grabbing a helmet off of one of the hooks, pushing it down over her blonde hair.
"Really?" I ask, pinching my brows together.
She bites her lip, shaking her head, and I stand there mesmerized for a second. Imagining her wearing nothing but that piece of headwear.
"You coming?" She asks, pulling the door open.
I yank my helmet down and smack her ass, "Let's go."
We stop along the hour's drive to the college and grab lunch. A few of the spots we used to frequent back in the day are still open, so we take our time. We laugh and joke, and for the first time in a long time, it's easy. The way her legs squeeze around me as she straddles my bike makes me damn near lose my mind.
"I don't have a swimsuit on," she whispers as we sneak around the back of the empty building, trying not to fall over anything since we aren't using flashlights.
"And?"
"What if someone sees?"
I huff, "You think I'm gonna let someone see what's mine?"
She shrugs, "Good point."
I pick the lock, hoping they haven't put a security system on this door in the past seven years. Hanna standing behind me, keeping a lookout.
I'm relieved when the door opens with no alarm.
Her grin widens, "Showtime."
I carefully strip her clothes off, leaving her bra and panties on, playfully pretending to push her in.
She gives me a warning look as she makes her way to the stairs.
"Come on," She whispers, cricking her finger.
I pull my pants and shirt off, following behind her into the heated water. The ends of her hair darken with the water and float around her shoulders.
