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they're throwing their panties at me.”
“I'm going to throw something at you if you don't cut it out. Like my shoe – and the heel makes a good, sharp weapon. Could take out an eye if I'm not careful.”
He sighed and took my hand. His thumb traced circles in my palm. It was getting harder and harder to fake annoyance with him.
Getting harder, too, to stop myself from melting into his arms...
“You talk too much when you're nervous. That's the kind of thing that scares guys off.”
“You're still here.”
“I'm different. We're friends.”
I was starting to think we might be more than that these days. “So does that mean you're obligated to put up with me?”
“Not at all. I just happen to like putting up with you. C'mon, I've got a sweatshirt in my car you can borrow.”
We left the chill of the air-conditioned building and went back out into the muggy spring night. Jayce's truck was parked crooked near the front, taking up two spots as if he owned the place. He dug around in the backseat and proudly pulled out a hoodie for me.
“What am I supposed to do with that?”
“Tie it around your waist, I guess. Or just put it on.” He stuffed the shirt into my hands. “You know, I kinda like the thought of you wearing my clothes.”
“Bet you say that to all the girls.”
“No.” His answer was firm. “I never have.”
I didn't want to put the shirt on and mess up my hair, though – as petty and dumb as that sounded. I'd actually spent twenty minutes fixing it and thought it looked pretty darn great. Looping the shirt around my waist made me look equally ridiculous.
I winced at the chill of beer-soaked underwear against my skin. If only I could find a restroom... But then what would I do? Put my underwear in my purse?
“What's wrong now?”
“Don't suppose you have a pair of clean undies in your truck.”
“Nah. I don't tend to keep girl's clothes around after...” He shook his head. “Anyway, just take 'em off and go without.”
I'd really prefer it if he took them off for me. Ugh, why couldn't I stop thinking such awful thoughts?
Desperate to get the sticky, cold garment away from me, I climbed into his truck, shut the door, and slid the underwear down around my ankles. I'd worn my best pair tonight, a little black lacy thing that might have impressed had it not been soaked in cheap light beer.
Jayce was a gentleman, not peeking through the windows while I undressed. But when I opened the door, his gaze fell to the underwear in my hand. He grinned as if he'd won the lottery.
“You have good choice in undergarments.”
I blushed and stuffed the wet panties into an empty purse pocket. “Gee, thanks. It's quite a compliment coming from you. Now are we going back in there or what?”
He came closer. “You're not wearing anything under that dress.”
“Yeah, so? You're the one who told me to take 'em off.”
“I don't just mean that. You're not wearing a bra, either.”
I crossed my arms in front of my chest. He was right; I didn't have one on. None of them quite worked with the cut of this dress. Figured it was okay. There wasn't much to show off up top, anyway.
“How did you know?”
“Trust me, I know what nipples look like. And now I know what yours look like.”
“Not exactly. You've never seen me naked.” It was a bold gambit, and possibly a very stupid one. Once I started talking nudity with him, all bets were off.
“Actually...” He grinned and sidled up alongside me. “I distinctly remember the summer of '09 when you and Heather went skinny-dipping.”
I shrieked. “You saw that?”
“It was late at night. Dark. You girls thought nobody was watching. I'd just come back from a friend's house and heard giggling and splashing in the pool.”
That was years ago, yet it still embarrassed me like it happened yesterday.
“I can't believe you watched your sister swim naked.”
“I didn't.” He flashed me that “I'm-a-pervert” grin, fully knowing how much I
“I'm going to throw something at you if you don't cut it out. Like my shoe – and the heel makes a good, sharp weapon. Could take out an eye if I'm not careful.”
He sighed and took my hand. His thumb traced circles in my palm. It was getting harder and harder to fake annoyance with him.
Getting harder, too, to stop myself from melting into his arms...
“You talk too much when you're nervous. That's the kind of thing that scares guys off.”
“You're still here.”
“I'm different. We're friends.”
I was starting to think we might be more than that these days. “So does that mean you're obligated to put up with me?”
“Not at all. I just happen to like putting up with you. C'mon, I've got a sweatshirt in my car you can borrow.”
We left the chill of the air-conditioned building and went back out into the muggy spring night. Jayce's truck was parked crooked near the front, taking up two spots as if he owned the place. He dug around in the backseat and proudly pulled out a hoodie for me.
“What am I supposed to do with that?”
“Tie it around your waist, I guess. Or just put it on.” He stuffed the shirt into my hands. “You know, I kinda like the thought of you wearing my clothes.”
“Bet you say that to all the girls.”
“No.” His answer was firm. “I never have.”
I didn't want to put the shirt on and mess up my hair, though – as petty and dumb as that sounded. I'd actually spent twenty minutes fixing it and thought it looked pretty darn great. Looping the shirt around my waist made me look equally ridiculous.
I winced at the chill of beer-soaked underwear against my skin. If only I could find a restroom... But then what would I do? Put my underwear in my purse?
“What's wrong now?”
“Don't suppose you have a pair of clean undies in your truck.”
“Nah. I don't tend to keep girl's clothes around after...” He shook his head. “Anyway, just take 'em off and go without.”
I'd really prefer it if he took them off for me. Ugh, why couldn't I stop thinking such awful thoughts?
Desperate to get the sticky, cold garment away from me, I climbed into his truck, shut the door, and slid the underwear down around my ankles. I'd worn my best pair tonight, a little black lacy thing that might have impressed had it not been soaked in cheap light beer.
Jayce was a gentleman, not peeking through the windows while I undressed. But when I opened the door, his gaze fell to the underwear in my hand. He grinned as if he'd won the lottery.
“You have good choice in undergarments.”
I blushed and stuffed the wet panties into an empty purse pocket. “Gee, thanks. It's quite a compliment coming from you. Now are we going back in there or what?”
He came closer. “You're not wearing anything under that dress.”
“Yeah, so? You're the one who told me to take 'em off.”
“I don't just mean that. You're not wearing a bra, either.”
I crossed my arms in front of my chest. He was right; I didn't have one on. None of them quite worked with the cut of this dress. Figured it was okay. There wasn't much to show off up top, anyway.
“How did you know?”
“Trust me, I know what nipples look like. And now I know what yours look like.”
“Not exactly. You've never seen me naked.” It was a bold gambit, and possibly a very stupid one. Once I started talking nudity with him, all bets were off.
“Actually...” He grinned and sidled up alongside me. “I distinctly remember the summer of '09 when you and Heather went skinny-dipping.”
I shrieked. “You saw that?”
“It was late at night. Dark. You girls thought nobody was watching. I'd just come back from a friend's house and heard giggling and splashing in the pool.”
That was years ago, yet it still embarrassed me like it happened yesterday.
“I can't believe you watched your sister swim naked.”
“I didn't.” He flashed me that “I'm-a-pervert” grin, fully knowing how much I
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