again. I don’t know what I was expecting. Swimsuits haven’t been invented yet and I know that. 

Luke drops his pants, hopping on one leg and smiling at me again. He turns and steps into the water, his ass shining bright white in the dim light.

 I can’t help but smile back as I pull my own shirt off.

The sun has recently set and the water is freezing. I follow Luke in, gasping, keeping my eyes on his shoulders in the darkening light. He stops when the water hits his groin, hooting like an owl, but presses on until the water is just over his belly button before turning to me with a wolfish look on his face.

I scoot the last few feet and duck down so my boobs are beneath the surface, feeling silly and exposed and unsure. My cheeks are flaming...

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