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“You coming in?” I asked, gasping with the cold.

Lily nodded, but I could tell she was nervous. Her first few steps were tentative. When she was up to her knees, her teeth started to chatter and she said, “This is so much worse than I was expecting.”

“Keep going. It’s hard at first to believe you can do it. But it gets better.”

“I trust you.”

It almost floored me to hear those words. She kept her eyes fixed on mine and headed in deeper.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whispered. I watched her nipples pebble under her bra and then disappear under the ocean’s surface. Her eyes were wide and for a moment, scared.

“You can do it,” I said.

“I c-can d-do it,” she repeated.

She was right there, in front of me. Staring at me.

“I feel like I’m on drugs,” she said, lips curling into a crazed smile.

“Drugs?”

“Good drugs. Happy drugs. Like my brain’s buzzing. I feel so fucking alive!”

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?”

“If I can do this, I can do anything.”

She stepped closer. Strawberries. The sea. The sun high above us, gently warming the ocean.

“Kiss me,” I said.

There was no argument. No resistance. She fell forward into me softly and I caught her, found her lips. It was soft and slow and then, when my hands moved down to cup her perfect ass, fast and fierce.

“Fuck,” she breathed. “We have to fuck.”

My cock hardened.

“Not here,” I replied, my voice hoarse with lust. “Let’s go back to mine. I want to spend all day with you.”

“All day?”

“All night too.”

We raced back onto the shore and hurried home. We parked up on the drive and left the new bed on the back of the truck. Turns out, we only needed one after all.

Chapter 17

Lily

The pillows were socomfy. The sheets were so soft. But, most of all, having Ethan sleeping in the bed beside me felt so, so good.

I loved watching him sleep. The show rise and fall of his sculpted chest. The hardness of his abs. The way they lead, like a sinful ladder of flesh, all the way down to that delicious part of his body I had gotten to know so intimately, over and over and over again yesterday.

Was it wrong to want to pull the sheet down and take another look at it?

I moved my hand as slowly as possible toward the edge of the sheet. I was about to whip it away when Ethan grumbled and turned over so that he was on his side.

“Fine,” I whispered to myself. “You win this time, modesty.”

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