Page 65 of Totally Opposed

“I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? I’m the idiot that tried to kiss you underwater.”

“Yeah, but I know how hard it is to do that, and I should have stopped you.”

“You’ve kissed many guys underwater?”

His cheeks blush, and he bites his top lip. “No.”

“Why do I think that’s a lie?”

“It wasn’t a guy that I kissed. It was before I came out. We’d been dating for a year and she was on the girls’ swim team at school, so we were always in the water. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I didn’t freak out completely and jump out of the pool.”

He runs his hands over my shoulders and down my back.

“You said you could swim before. Do you remember how?”

I shrug. “Is it like riding a bike?”

“Maybe. I guess it depends on how much you knew to begin with. Do you want to start with floating?”

“So, I don’t have my feet on the ground at all?” Just the idea of it sends my stomach into knots.

“Yeah, but I’ll be right here.”

“Holding onto me so that I don’t go under. Because while I’m fine, and I am fine. I don’t think I want to go under again just yet.”

“I’ll make sure you stay floating. You can trust me.”

His words wash over me like a calming haze, and I let him lead me away from the edge into slightly shallower water that comes up to our chests.

“Now, I want you to let the water lift your legs. It wants to. Your body wants to float. It’s our brains that keep our feet on the ground. I’m going to put my hand behind your back and you’re going to lie back onto it. All you have to do is trust me.”

If I wasn’t already soaked through, I’d be covered in sweat. I hold one of his hands tight as the other slides down to rest on the small of my back.

“Okay, lean back,” he says, but my feet don’t move.

“I can’t.”

“You can, you just have to let go. Let the water bring them up. Relax into it.”

I asked for this. I wanted to face this fear. To overcome it.Come on. You can do this. He has you. He won’t let you go under. You just went under yourself and were fine. This is floating. Babies can float. Come on.I take a big breath and fill my lungs, then when it releases, I let my feet go out from under me with it. Ryan’s hand is pressed firmly against me, and my fingers dig into him as I lean further back.

“You got this,” he says, and I feel like I might, then my toes break the surface of the water and my ass begins to fall, and I can feel his hand trying to lift me higher, and instead of laying back like I know I probably should, I try to sit and I start to sink.

But just like he promised, I don’t go under. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me to him. My legs wrap around his waist and close behind his back.

“Oh, I like this better than floating, let’s practice this,” I say, all traces of my fear gone, replaced by a hungry desire growing stronger as my groin slides down over his mound and semi-hard cock. “I think you like this better, too.”

“You’re so bad,” he says, moving his hands to my ass and lifting me higher. “We can’t do that here either.”

“Aww, but I was just starting to relax.”

“I thought you were doing great before.”

“I sucked at floating.”

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