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Rob: No skinny dipping.
Flynn: What? Where?
Archie: You outed me in the group chat.
I glanced up in time to watch Owen’s slender fingers pop the fly of his jeans and pull down the zipper.
Rob: Same sentiment.
Dalton: Did you commit B&E?
Barclay: Not this again.
Archie: If the fence is scalable, it’s hardly breaking and entering. It’s practically an invitation.
Owen shoved his pants down to his ankles and stepped out of them. In a threadbare band t-shirt and his underwear, I wanted to take him right there on the lounger, but the whole point of this endeavor had been to take him on a date. To…to give him a reason to stay that wasn’t the best orgasms of his life. Bringing him to the pool might have been a horrible idea.
Flynn: We have the code to the front door, you idiot.
Dalton: Jumping the fence makes him look cool.
Barclay: Nothing makes him look cool. Are you sure I can’t get out of this chat?
Flynn: I’ll add you back.
Flynn: So, are you saying Archie and Owen are at Rob’s?
Rob: They are.
I watched Owen dip his left foot over the edge of the pool and into the water. Waves rippled across the otherwise still surface and he smiled before sitting down on the edge of one of the lounge chairs.
Flynn: I want to swim.
Barclay: I doubt they’re swimming.
Flynn: They better be.
Archie: This is what I get for offering GRAYSON the courtesy of letting him know we’d come over. I didn’t want him to end up with his dick smashed against the glass in the playroom, thinking no one was home.
Rob: Quite considerate.
“Who’s more interesting than me?”
Owen’s question tore my attention away from the conversation in hand, and I set my phone on a table face down, ignoring the incoming flurry of vibrations.
“Not one single soul,” I said, stepping toward him.
“Are you going to strip?” he asked.
Yeah, this was definitely a horrible idea.
“I don’t think I should have brought you here,” I said, reaching back to tug my shirt over my head and off.
“Why not?”
“I’m trying to…” I dragged my tongue across the front of my teeth and looked past him to an overgrown bougainvillea at the far edge of the yard.
“Not fuck me?”
