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“Just seeing how big your hand is.” He releases it. “So you’ve seen like … two scrotums.”
I like himsomuch I can’t stop smiling.
CHAPTER SIX
IT’S EASY TO LOVE A GOOD MAN. IT’S HARD TO LOVE TWO GOOD MEN.
Scrot chasesthe Frisbee for over twenty minutes. I try to outrun him a few times, but I fail. Koen’s grin swells a little more each time I return empty-handed and out of breath.
“One more chance,” I say, bent at the waist, catching my breath.
“You’re really going to race him again?”
I nod since I can’t talk.
Koen chuckles. “Okay.” He fakes a throw, so Scrot heads off in one direction, and then he flings the Frisbee in a different direction to give me a head start.
“I threw it too far. Let it go!” he yells.
I have the edge. Why would I let it go? With a big jump, I nab it out of the air.
Victorious!
Except, the ground disappears and it’s replaced with water.
Icy water.
Air fills my lungs when I surface, but they won’t release it again.
“Shit! Scottie, I’ve got you.” Koen holds out his hand, and I take it while Scrot barks. He pulls me out of the pond, which appeared out of nowhere.
“C-cold.” I shiver, and everything smells fishy. I don’t know if I’m tasting or smelling it.
“Crap. I’m so sorry.” He removes his hoodie and his shirt.
“What are y-you d-doing?”
He removes his jeans. “We need to get you out of these wet clothes. It’s only forty degrees tonight.”
“I’m f-fine.” I hug my shaky fists to my chest.
“You don’t sound fine. Here.” He peels off my sweater.
“My shirt—” I try to keep it from going over my head with my sweater.
“It’s wet, too.” Koen overpowers my weak resistance. “Can you put your arms through?” He works his shirt over my head and helps guide my arms through the holes.
“Ko-en …” I fail at protesting as he peels my jeans down my legs, sliding off my sneakers and depositing the wet denim beside me.
“Can you hold the waist to keep them up?” He guides my hands to the waist of his jeans once he has them up my legs.
I nod quickly. “You’re naked.”
He guides my feet back into my sneakers. “I’ve got on underwear. And I’m not wet.” He holds my clothes in one hand while wrapping his other arm around my shoulders as we walk back to my trailer.
Me in oversized clothes.
Him in black briefs and brown leather boots.
