Page 113 of Faking it For Summer

She rips her clothes off quickly, drops them to the ground, then runs to the water. I quickly peel off my clothes as well and go running in behind her. I watch her ass as she runs away from me, and I can’t help but laugh as I jump into the water.

It is cold. I’m almost freezing, but I swim out. I feel alive. I feel so at one with nature, and I float on my back for a couple of moments and then look over at her. She’s swimming next to me. Her hair is plastered to her face, and her eyelashes are wet, and she’s gazing at me. The moon illuminates her, and she looks like some beautiful mermaid or sea creature—magical and mystical—and I just want to hold her.

“It’s freezing!” she screams, and I laugh.

“It is cold,” I agree, “but your body will acclimate. I promise.”

“I hope so,” she says, and she lies on her back and starts floating. She bumps into me and giggles slightly. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” I float on my back as well.

We float in the calm water naked, thinking, silent. But it’s not an awkward silence. It’s a companionable silence. It’s a silence where a million different things are said in the beauty of the night.

Her fingers lightly touch mine, and I look over.

“Those were the best years of my life too.”

I smile at her because, of course, she’s able to read my mind.

“I know. I just don’t want to let go of them,” I say.

“I think we have to, Luke. I think, for us to move forward in life, we have to let go of the past.”

“I know,” I say.

I swim away from her because it hurts, and I don’t want her to see the pain in my eyes. She’s far away enough from me now that she can’t hear me if I whisper.

“I love you,” I say to the wind, even though I know it won’t carry the words to her ears.

She can’t hear me, and I’m glad for that because I’m too scared to tell her the truth.

“I’ve always loved you, and I wish you would love me too,” I whisper.

I know that I can’t continue like this. My heart belongs to her, and now we’re in some crazy standstill. My entire life feels like it’s not mine. I’m here, back in Coconut Beach, and I feel like I never left. I’ve got a job waiting for me in New York City, and I can barely remember what my apartment looks like. I can’t remember not waking up beside her. I can’t remember not spending at least some part of the day with her, and I don’t know that I can go back, and yet I don’t know that I can stay.

“We should swim back,” I shout. “We don’t want to stay here too long.”

“Okay,” she says, nodding slowly.

We swim back to the shore together and step out of the water. I can’t help but stare at her naked body—her beautiful, largebreasts, her curvy stomach, her wide hips, her long legs. She’s beautiful. I notice her staring at me—my chest, my thighs, my cock—and there’s awe in her expression.

I step forward and take her hands in mine, seeking permission, and she nods. I grab her around the waist and pull her into me, my lips meeting hers. She melts into me, her breasts pressing against my chest. My cock twitches against her stomach, and she murmurs against my lips, a low moan.

“Are you still mad at me? Are you still angry?”

“I could never stay mad at you for long,” she says.

I pick her up and carry her a little further along the beach. Then I place her down on the sand. She’s gasping for air as I grab her hands and squeeze and then kiss her lips. The breeze brushes past our cheeks, caressing us as we tease each other.

My fingers play with her nipples, and she moans. She runs her fingers down my back, then squeezes my ass. She kisses the side of my face and then bites my shoulder before she pushes me back. Her lips trail down my stomach, and my breath catches. The feeling of her lips against my skin is the most satisfying touch of my life.

She continues to kiss me softly and then more passionately, and I know this is our moment. We are one with nature. We are one with each other. I slide my fingers between her legs, and I rub her gently. She lets out a whimper, and I internally high-five myself, loving that I’m the one eliciting the sounds of pleasure from her.

“You’re so wet,” I tease her.

“It’s the water from the ocean,” she says, giggling, and then she freezes as I slip a finger inside of her, shuddering as my thumb gently rubs her clit.

I roll on top of her and kiss her, running my fingers down the side of her body. I place my cock between her legs, and I rub gently against her. She writhes as she holds me and runsher fingers down my back, her nails digging into my skin. I lean down and kiss her, and she sucks on my lip eagerly.