Page 12 of Talk Nerdy To Me
“My turn,” I say as I dive for her.
She yelps and starts trying to swim away, but I catch her quickly. She stops trying to get away and abruptly turns to wrap herself around me.
Annnnd…I’m less evolved once again.
She’s trying to stop me from throwing her or dunking her, not realizing I’m an animal, apparently.
I can’t help but want to groan when her pelvis just barely touches the embarrassingly hard—
“If I go, you’re going with me,” she says, still laughing as she breaks through my thoughts.
Everything she says gets turned dirty in my head right now. I’ve turned into Randy.
“Is that so?” I ask, trying to sound playful instead of turned on, not wanting to make her uncomfortable or freak her out.
“Mmmhmm,” she says, still grinning.
This hurts. Physically hurts.
“I have to get out of this shirt,” I mumble, looking for any excuse to put some space between us.
Before I have time to process what’s going on, my shirt is being slid over my head. I raise my arms to make it easier for her, and a few catcalls reach my ears. If they only fucking knew…
“Happy?” she says, tossing the shirt outside the pool, and then she wraps herself back around me.
Surely she’s fucking noticed it by now. She’s fucking straddling me, and it can certainly feel her.
She’s oblivious. Somehow.
I think.
“Sure,” I mumble, but I start spinning her around in the water, distracting myself and trying to lift her higher on my body so it can’t feel her anymore.
Her laughter bubbles free as she clings to me. Fortunately, the less intense position does help.
The second I stop spinning, she swings herself back up, hands going to my shoulders as her eyes fix to mine and she gives me that genuine smile again.
I finally do something stupid.
