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door. “Well it was fantastic seeing you gals, but we have to run. Later!” I called over my shoulder as I herded Clay out of the ice cream parlor.
“ Those girls were...um...” Clay started. “Overbearing? Trashy? Walking STDs?” I finished, getting into his car. Clay shot me a look. Okay, I had to get my raging jealousy in check. “I was going to say they seemed nice.” I rolled my eyes again. “I guess it depends on your definition of nice.” I muttered, fastening my seat belt.
Clay turned in his seat and looked at me. I wouldn't turn his direction and stared in front of me. I was being really juvenile and I was probably ruining any chance I had with this amazing guy who sat beside me. But Clay made me feel sort of out of control and it was more than a little disconcerting.
“ Well, I think you're nicer.” Was all Clay said and turned the key into the ignition. I couldn't stop the smile that spread on my face. “Where to next on our grand tour of Davidson?” Clay asked before leaving the parking lot.
It was really warm under the glass. The day was hotter than average for September. I grinned over at him. “Wanna go swimming?” I don't know what had come over me. I was feeling spontaneous, which was so unlike me. Clay grinned back. “Hell yeah! Lead the way!” I laughed and gave him directions to the local swimming hole.
We ended up down a dirt road outside of town that ended in a big field. Clay got out of the car and looked around. “Mags, I don't see any water.” He said. I started walking through the tall grass. Clay easily caught up with me. Finally we broke through some trees and found ourselves by the river. It was really pretty. I used to love coming to that particular spot with my parents when I was younger. “Now this is awesome!” Clay enthused from beside me.
I looked over at Clay who had pulled his shirt over his head. My mouth went dry as I took in his perfectly chiseled abs. Oh crap. I hadn't thought about what we'd be swimming in. I looked down at my denim skirt and blue short sleeved top, feeling like I was frozen in place. Do I just jump in with my clothes? I didn't think this through very well.
Clay dropped his pants and stood before me in his boxers. Fuck! He was mouthwatering. I tried not to stare, but it was really hard. He was too perfect. Clay noticed I hadn't moved. “I thought you wanted to go swimming.” He frowned. “Well, I don't have anything...you know...to swim in.” I indicated my clothes.
Clay laughed. He seemed so different than he had at school. Like he was two people. This Clay was carefree and fun. I liked him a lot. Not that brooding, angsty Clay wasn't hot. But this side of him was so easy to be around.
“ Well, you've seen me in my skivvies. I think it's your turn.” My jaw dropped. “I'm not stripping in front of you!” I gasped. I knew I sounded like a prude. But I just couldn't do it. I barely knew him. Hell, even Daniel had never seen me in that state of undress.
Though, if I was honest with myself, the thought of the two of us in so little clothing made my blood boil. Clay raised his eyebrow at me in what I was learning to be a characteristic expression. “I promise I won't look. I'll get in the water and wait for you.” I looked at him in disbelief. He held his hands up. “I promise.”
And like that, he turned his back and made his way into the river. “Fuck me it's cold!” He yelled as he plunged in. I stood there for another minute, not sure what to do. “Screw it.” I muttered -(that seemed to be my mantra for the day-) and dropped my skirt onto the ground. I then pulled my shirt over my head. I was glad I had decided to wear my cute navy blue bra and matching underwear.
I ran to the water. I squealed when I
“ Those girls were...um...” Clay started. “Overbearing? Trashy? Walking STDs?” I finished, getting into his car. Clay shot me a look. Okay, I had to get my raging jealousy in check. “I was going to say they seemed nice.” I rolled my eyes again. “I guess it depends on your definition of nice.” I muttered, fastening my seat belt.
Clay turned in his seat and looked at me. I wouldn't turn his direction and stared in front of me. I was being really juvenile and I was probably ruining any chance I had with this amazing guy who sat beside me. But Clay made me feel sort of out of control and it was more than a little disconcerting.
“ Well, I think you're nicer.” Was all Clay said and turned the key into the ignition. I couldn't stop the smile that spread on my face. “Where to next on our grand tour of Davidson?” Clay asked before leaving the parking lot.
It was really warm under the glass. The day was hotter than average for September. I grinned over at him. “Wanna go swimming?” I don't know what had come over me. I was feeling spontaneous, which was so unlike me. Clay grinned back. “Hell yeah! Lead the way!” I laughed and gave him directions to the local swimming hole.
We ended up down a dirt road outside of town that ended in a big field. Clay got out of the car and looked around. “Mags, I don't see any water.” He said. I started walking through the tall grass. Clay easily caught up with me. Finally we broke through some trees and found ourselves by the river. It was really pretty. I used to love coming to that particular spot with my parents when I was younger. “Now this is awesome!” Clay enthused from beside me.
I looked over at Clay who had pulled his shirt over his head. My mouth went dry as I took in his perfectly chiseled abs. Oh crap. I hadn't thought about what we'd be swimming in. I looked down at my denim skirt and blue short sleeved top, feeling like I was frozen in place. Do I just jump in with my clothes? I didn't think this through very well.
Clay dropped his pants and stood before me in his boxers. Fuck! He was mouthwatering. I tried not to stare, but it was really hard. He was too perfect. Clay noticed I hadn't moved. “I thought you wanted to go swimming.” He frowned. “Well, I don't have anything...you know...to swim in.” I indicated my clothes.
Clay laughed. He seemed so different than he had at school. Like he was two people. This Clay was carefree and fun. I liked him a lot. Not that brooding, angsty Clay wasn't hot. But this side of him was so easy to be around.
“ Well, you've seen me in my skivvies. I think it's your turn.” My jaw dropped. “I'm not stripping in front of you!” I gasped. I knew I sounded like a prude. But I just couldn't do it. I barely knew him. Hell, even Daniel had never seen me in that state of undress.
Though, if I was honest with myself, the thought of the two of us in so little clothing made my blood boil. Clay raised his eyebrow at me in what I was learning to be a characteristic expression. “I promise I won't look. I'll get in the water and wait for you.” I looked at him in disbelief. He held his hands up. “I promise.”
And like that, he turned his back and made his way into the river. “Fuck me it's cold!” He yelled as he plunged in. I stood there for another minute, not sure what to do. “Screw it.” I muttered -(that seemed to be my mantra for the day-) and dropped my skirt onto the ground. I then pulled my shirt over my head. I was glad I had decided to wear my cute navy blue bra and matching underwear.
I ran to the water. I squealed when I
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