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“I’m going back in,” I tell him, setting my phone down on top of my shorts.

He picks it up as I walk back into the water. “What about your scores?”

I tilt my head, smiling. “I don’t care, get in.”

His eyes roam over my phone. “How do you, Skyler Johnson, not care about your grades?”

“I have more important things to worry about tonight.”

He knows exactly what that means, and as he dips into the water, a million butterflies dance like crazy. The moonlight accentuates every sharp curve and shadowed edge of his muscular, tattooed body.

He stops in front of me; we can let all of our fears and worries go right now. We can start our lives.

We start in the ocean, washing ourselves free of everything we’ve been through. His inked hands are tangled in my hair.

Waves lap against our bodies as our tongues dance together. I have never been so lost in him; this moment is everything we’ve been working so hard for.

“Thank you,” he murmurs.

“For what?”

He drops his hands to my thighs, wrapping my legs around him. “For fixing my life.”

“Take me.”

“Gladly,” he growls, carrying me out of the ocean like some insanely romantic movie. Moonlight shimmers against our salt drenched skin as he lays me down on top of our clothes.

He enters me with reckless abandon and through thrusts and grabs, we leave our cares to anything but us.

“Fuck everything but us,” Foster says into the air, thrusting harder.

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Iwrap the flowing sheet around my naked body as Foster slips on his shorts. “I can’t believe it’s all over.” I grin, tilting my head back to watch our friends from afar as they dance and laugh around the fire.

A wave laps over my toes as I stand at the edge, and Foster smiles. “We did it.” He throws his arm around me, pulling me in close. “Oh, and you aced your finals.” He beams. I wrap my arms around him as the salty wind lifts the sheet around us.

I grab his face, bringing his lips to mine.

Now, all we have to worry about is starting our senior year together.

Through everything, we made it.

His phone chimes, a text message coming through.

‘You can thank Skyler for this." It’s from Envy.

We both stare in confusion. “For what?” He shrugs, pulling into kiss me again.

Another chime. Foster grunts in frustration, pulling his phone out. His eyes darken as he looks at me, his tan skin growing a ghostly white. “What is it?” I ask, worry bubbling through me.

He paces the shoreline as I chase after him. “Foster!”

No matter how many times I try to capture his attention, he won’t look at me. But he does hand me his phone. My fingers shake with rage; it’s an alert from his bank for a withdraw. “It’s all gone.” I whisper. “Oh my God.” It’s all gone. “How?”

His hands are covering his mouth, making his words muffled. “I added her to my account, so she …” He trails off, pushing his hands through his hair. “So she could pay for doctor’s appointments.” He throws his head in his hands. “It was all for nothing, Freckles.”

Rage explodes through my body, prickling my skin. “Shouldn’t we call the cops?”

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