head. I’m almost positive he won’t, but I still feel like I should ask him. “He’ll probably say no.”
“I don’t think Dave would care. Hell, he’ll probably be so plastered he won’t even know who else is there.” Joey snorts and heads toward the mini fridge for a bottle of water.
“Well, I’ll see you there.”
When we finish up our work, Suit and I head up to the house. There’s still a little awkwardness between us, but I tell myself it’s because we’ve been forced to live together when we barely know one another.
“Did you bring a swim trunks?” I ask as we climb the porch steps.
“Yeah, why?” he questions as he holds the screen door open for me.
“A guy I know is having a party tonight. There’s going to be a bonfire and there’s a creek everyone swims in.”
“You’re inviting me?” He gives me a perplexed look.
“Of course I am. You’re welcome to join if you’re interested.” I shrug as I kick my boots off at the front door. “I’m going to go shower and change. We can eat a quick sandwich before we go.”
“Uh…”
Sensing his obvious apprehension, I add, “You don’t have to go. No pressure. It was just a friendly invite. I’m leaving in about an hour.” The suit looks confused, maybe he didn’t expect me to invite him to hang out, but I did. He can either join in or stay at home and sulk in his misery. I made an effort like Daddy Bud would’ve wanted me to.
I take a quick shower, shaving myself everywhere since I’ll be wearing a bikini, and decide not to bother washing my hair since it’ll just get nasty in the creek water. When I get out I put on my favorite red bikini and stand in front of my closet searching for a dress to throw over my swimsuit. Suddenly, I remember I have a load of clothes in the dryer and my favorite black sundress is in there. I scurry down the hall and through the kitchen to the utility room, opening the dryer, and pull out exactly what I’m looking for. I head back to my bedroom, shaking the dress out to release some of the wrinkles, cursing the fact that even though I just washed the darn thing it still smells like horse—like pretty much everything I own does—when I look up and see the suit in the middle of the hall staring at me.
I’m frozen in place as his eyes peruse my body. Heat crawls up my neck and cov ers my cheeks as I feel the fervor of his gaze on me. No man has ever looked at me like this and my stomach flutters. It’s almost as if I can see the images of what he’d like to do with me reflected in his eyes. And as much as I hate to admit it…it’s turning me on. The moment lingers too long and I finally come to my senses, jerking my dress to my chest to cover myself.
“Did you decide if you’re coming or not?” I ask to break the awkwardness.
“Um. If you don’t mind, I’ll tag along.” He clears his throat as his gaze moves to the ceiling.
“I’m leaving in ten,” I squeak as I scurry into my room and shut the door.
When we reach Dave’s place, it’s still daylight outside and everyone is either standing by the shore with red Solo cups in their hands or they’re in the water. Nikki immediately runs up to me, a shit eating grin on her face because she sees the suit with me, and hugs me.
“Why Edie, you brought a friend. Do introduce us,” Nikki purrs in a ridiculous Southern accent as she beams her Miss America smile at Suit.
“John Wilson,” Suit says, and extends a hand and Nikki takes it.
“Why John, Edie has told me so much about you. She just goes on and on—”
“She doesn’t really talk like this,” I interrupt Nikki.
“Edie!” Nikki scolds.
“She was trying to put on a good Southern greeting for you, but this, sir…is no lady.” I point to her and Nikki rolls her eyes. “Don’t let her stellar looks deceive you,” I add, placing a hand on the suit’s arm. Wow, he’s got muscular arms. When I feel him tense I quickly withdrawal my hand.
“Ah, hell,
“I don’t think Dave would care. Hell, he’ll probably be so plastered he won’t even know who else is there.” Joey snorts and heads toward the mini fridge for a bottle of water.
“Well, I’ll see you there.”
When we finish up our work, Suit and I head up to the house. There’s still a little awkwardness between us, but I tell myself it’s because we’ve been forced to live together when we barely know one another.
“Did you bring a swim trunks?” I ask as we climb the porch steps.
“Yeah, why?” he questions as he holds the screen door open for me.
“A guy I know is having a party tonight. There’s going to be a bonfire and there’s a creek everyone swims in.”
“You’re inviting me?” He gives me a perplexed look.
“Of course I am. You’re welcome to join if you’re interested.” I shrug as I kick my boots off at the front door. “I’m going to go shower and change. We can eat a quick sandwich before we go.”
“Uh…”
Sensing his obvious apprehension, I add, “You don’t have to go. No pressure. It was just a friendly invite. I’m leaving in about an hour.” The suit looks confused, maybe he didn’t expect me to invite him to hang out, but I did. He can either join in or stay at home and sulk in his misery. I made an effort like Daddy Bud would’ve wanted me to.
I take a quick shower, shaving myself everywhere since I’ll be wearing a bikini, and decide not to bother washing my hair since it’ll just get nasty in the creek water. When I get out I put on my favorite red bikini and stand in front of my closet searching for a dress to throw over my swimsuit. Suddenly, I remember I have a load of clothes in the dryer and my favorite black sundress is in there. I scurry down the hall and through the kitchen to the utility room, opening the dryer, and pull out exactly what I’m looking for. I head back to my bedroom, shaking the dress out to release some of the wrinkles, cursing the fact that even though I just washed the darn thing it still smells like horse—like pretty much everything I own does—when I look up and see the suit in the middle of the hall staring at me.
I’m frozen in place as his eyes peruse my body. Heat crawls up my neck and cov ers my cheeks as I feel the fervor of his gaze on me. No man has ever looked at me like this and my stomach flutters. It’s almost as if I can see the images of what he’d like to do with me reflected in his eyes. And as much as I hate to admit it…it’s turning me on. The moment lingers too long and I finally come to my senses, jerking my dress to my chest to cover myself.
“Did you decide if you’re coming or not?” I ask to break the awkwardness.
“Um. If you don’t mind, I’ll tag along.” He clears his throat as his gaze moves to the ceiling.
“I’m leaving in ten,” I squeak as I scurry into my room and shut the door.
When we reach Dave’s place, it’s still daylight outside and everyone is either standing by the shore with red Solo cups in their hands or they’re in the water. Nikki immediately runs up to me, a shit eating grin on her face because she sees the suit with me, and hugs me.
“Why Edie, you brought a friend. Do introduce us,” Nikki purrs in a ridiculous Southern accent as she beams her Miss America smile at Suit.
“John Wilson,” Suit says, and extends a hand and Nikki takes it.
“Why John, Edie has told me so much about you. She just goes on and on—”
“She doesn’t really talk like this,” I interrupt Nikki.
“Edie!” Nikki scolds.
“She was trying to put on a good Southern greeting for you, but this, sir…is no lady.” I point to her and Nikki rolls her eyes. “Don’t let her stellar looks deceive you,” I add, placing a hand on the suit’s arm. Wow, he’s got muscular arms. When I feel him tense I quickly withdrawal my hand.
“Ah, hell,
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