tell you to bring a swimsuit,” I nervously bit my lip.
“No problem. I can just swim in my shorts.”
“OK great,” I smiled, wondering what he saw when he walked up. Hoping he didn’t get the wrong idea, because there wasn’t a wrong idea to get. So why do I keep feeling guilty for interacting with Gabe like I always have? When the heck did this get all complicated?
Just then I noticed a very smiley Maya and Dylan walking toward us from the gazebo. Oh, she definitely has some explaining to do. She looked over at me, and I looked at her questioningly. Then she looked over at Jake and her jaw fell open.
I looked back in his direction to see that he had put his racquet on the table and had pulled off his shirt. Holy crap! That boy looked like he had just stepped out of an Abercrombie & Fitch magazine. When I managed to pull my eyes off of him and look back over at Maya, who was now at the pool herself, she mouthed “damn”. All I could do was nod my head in agreement. I had just turned back toward Jake’s direction when he jumped in and pulled me over to him.
“I’ll make sure I bring a suit with me from now on,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist.
The feeling of his skin on my skin sent a shiver down my spine, and my body broke out in goose bumps. I was silently praying that Jake wouldn’t notice my body betraying me, but the look on his face said otherwise.
“I really am sorry, Jake. I didn’t even think to mention that we might swim.”
“Trust me. There is never a reason to apologize if it means you in a bikini,” he said huskily.
“Oh.” He had been here for all of five minutes and I was already blushing.
I had completely forgotten about Gabe until he swam up right next to us. He must have noticed my now red cheeks because he cocked his head to the side and raised one of his eyebrows at me before turning to Jake.
“Hey man, glad you could make it,” Gabe said, offering a fist.
“Glad to be here,” Jake responded while bumping fists with Gabe.
After their little interaction, Gabe looked at me and winked before swimming off toward Kenzie. I was officially confused. I was not expecting Gabe to go from pissed about Jake to starting a bromance with him. What the heck? And what was he about to say before Jake walked up? He is going to give me whiplash from his mood swings if he keeps this up.
“So who is that with Gabe?” Jake asked, nodding toward Gabe and Kenzie.
“Oh, that’s my little sister McKenzie.”
“Little sister?” he asked in disbelief.
I wasn’t surprised when Jake was shocked Kenzie was my little sister. I even think she looks older than she is. People are always assuming that I am the little sister. Kenzie may be fifteen, but thanks to her long legs, C cup boobs, and overall killer figure she definitely looks like she’s in high school. Now add platinum blonde hair and bright green eyes to the equation, and you can see why she’s never had trouble wrapping guys around that tan little finger of hers.
“Yes. Little sister. She’s only fifteen. So pick that jaw up, mister,” I informed, pointing my finger at him.
“Hey now. There is no jaw to pick up. I just would have never guessed she was fifteen,” he said, throwing his arms back innocently.
“Whatever,” I let out a small laugh and rolled my eyes at him.
“And were you scolding me, Miss Crawford?” There was a playfulness in his voice, as he was once again closing the gap between us.
“Do I have reason to scold you?” I teased.
Jake leaned in close enough for me to feel his breath on my neck. “Oh, I can be a Very. Bad. Boy.” Then he scooped me up, cradled me in his arms, and took a squealing me under.
We spent the rest of the afternoon in the pool. Once we were all way past pruney, we decided to lay out so we could dry off, and the boys declared that they were starving. As soon as they were caught up debating what type of pizza we should order for dinner, I rolled closer to
“No problem. I can just swim in my shorts.”
“OK great,” I smiled, wondering what he saw when he walked up. Hoping he didn’t get the wrong idea, because there wasn’t a wrong idea to get. So why do I keep feeling guilty for interacting with Gabe like I always have? When the heck did this get all complicated?
Just then I noticed a very smiley Maya and Dylan walking toward us from the gazebo. Oh, she definitely has some explaining to do. She looked over at me, and I looked at her questioningly. Then she looked over at Jake and her jaw fell open.
I looked back in his direction to see that he had put his racquet on the table and had pulled off his shirt. Holy crap! That boy looked like he had just stepped out of an Abercrombie & Fitch magazine. When I managed to pull my eyes off of him and look back over at Maya, who was now at the pool herself, she mouthed “damn”. All I could do was nod my head in agreement. I had just turned back toward Jake’s direction when he jumped in and pulled me over to him.
“I’ll make sure I bring a suit with me from now on,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist.
The feeling of his skin on my skin sent a shiver down my spine, and my body broke out in goose bumps. I was silently praying that Jake wouldn’t notice my body betraying me, but the look on his face said otherwise.
“I really am sorry, Jake. I didn’t even think to mention that we might swim.”
“Trust me. There is never a reason to apologize if it means you in a bikini,” he said huskily.
“Oh.” He had been here for all of five minutes and I was already blushing.
I had completely forgotten about Gabe until he swam up right next to us. He must have noticed my now red cheeks because he cocked his head to the side and raised one of his eyebrows at me before turning to Jake.
“Hey man, glad you could make it,” Gabe said, offering a fist.
“Glad to be here,” Jake responded while bumping fists with Gabe.
After their little interaction, Gabe looked at me and winked before swimming off toward Kenzie. I was officially confused. I was not expecting Gabe to go from pissed about Jake to starting a bromance with him. What the heck? And what was he about to say before Jake walked up? He is going to give me whiplash from his mood swings if he keeps this up.
“So who is that with Gabe?” Jake asked, nodding toward Gabe and Kenzie.
“Oh, that’s my little sister McKenzie.”
“Little sister?” he asked in disbelief.
I wasn’t surprised when Jake was shocked Kenzie was my little sister. I even think she looks older than she is. People are always assuming that I am the little sister. Kenzie may be fifteen, but thanks to her long legs, C cup boobs, and overall killer figure she definitely looks like she’s in high school. Now add platinum blonde hair and bright green eyes to the equation, and you can see why she’s never had trouble wrapping guys around that tan little finger of hers.
“Yes. Little sister. She’s only fifteen. So pick that jaw up, mister,” I informed, pointing my finger at him.
“Hey now. There is no jaw to pick up. I just would have never guessed she was fifteen,” he said, throwing his arms back innocently.
“Whatever,” I let out a small laugh and rolled my eyes at him.
“And were you scolding me, Miss Crawford?” There was a playfulness in his voice, as he was once again closing the gap between us.
“Do I have reason to scold you?” I teased.
Jake leaned in close enough for me to feel his breath on my neck. “Oh, I can be a Very. Bad. Boy.” Then he scooped me up, cradled me in his arms, and took a squealing me under.
We spent the rest of the afternoon in the pool. Once we were all way past pruney, we decided to lay out so we could dry off, and the boys declared that they were starving. As soon as they were caught up debating what type of pizza we should order for dinner, I rolled closer to
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