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“Oh God, are you serious?”

He looked over his shoulder and nodded to me. “Yes.”

“Why didn't you tell me?”

He dropped my hand just outside the front door and began removing his jacket. “Because I was having too much fun.” He took the jacket and looped it over my shoulders, pulling it snug around my chest. “Here, wear this.”

My brows furrowed. “Why? It’s just as wet as I am.”

He bent down low, whispering softly in my ear. “’Cause your t-shirt’s white.”

My eyes went wide and he turned around to open the front door.

“I found her!” John yelled, causing cheers to sound from inside the cabin. My cheeks flooded with warmth as I stepped inside, clutching the jacket to my chest—mortified, but at the same time, content because I was with John.

Chapter THIRTY-TWO

Tuesday

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“Here, I think this should fit.” Lucy, John’s mother held up a pair of drawstring sweatpants and a matching sweatshirt that had a picture of a crockpot on the front. She made a face then handed them over. “Sorry, they were my mother’s. Unfortunately, it’s all the clothing we have up here anymore.”

I smiled and clutched them to my chest, already loving John’s grandmother for her eccentric taste in clothing. “Thank you, they’re perfect.”

“Hardly,” she said, looking over at John with a grin. “What were you two up to, anyway? It’s crazy out there.” She shook her head, not waiting for an answer before she turned around and continued looking through the closet.

John turned to me and raised his eyebrows suggestively, making me hyper-aware of my still see-through t-shirt.

I clutched the neck of his jacket tighter and gave him a look. “Well, I’m just glad you have something for me to change into. Anything’s better than this wet mess.”

But John started shaking his head slowly, making it very clear that he didn’t agree.

His mom opened the other side of the closet, completely unaware of our silent conversation. She looked back to John again. “Nowyou,on the other hand, are going to be the difficult one.”

He laughed, reaching out to pull me against his side. “Don’t worry about me, Mom, I’ll be fine.”

“Nonsense,” she muttered, continuing to push more clothing down the long rack.

John’s hand inched up the small of my back as we watched his mother pass one sweater after another down the closet, and before I knew what he was doing, his hand had found its way into the gap in my overalls, and was making its descent down toward my underwear. I turned to face him, widening my eyes to silently tell him to knock it off, but he only gave me the most mischievous smile I’d ever seen and hooked his thumb in the elastic of my panties.

I stepped away, moving a good foot to the side, but he pulled me right back and bent down to whisper in my ear. “If she doesn’t leave soon, I’m going to have to take you in the bathroom and have my way with you. I don’t even care that my whole family is right downstairs.”

I stomped on his foot, letting him know I didn’t think this was funny at all. He then looked down to his wrist, as if checking the time on his imaginary watch and mouthed the words. “Thirty seconds.”

I swallowed and turned back to the closet, feeling like a giddy teenager who was about to do the naughtiest thing of her life.

His mom finally stopped at a dark, gray sweater with the initials UCLA written on the front, and pulled it out of the closet. “Here,” she said. “I think this is yours anyway.” She clutched her chin, thinking. “I don’t think I have any pants, though.”

His thumb gave a slight tug on my underwear. “I don’t need pants,” he said, and I closed my eyes as tight as I could.

“Okay, well, I’ll leave you two to change then.”

I opened my eyes again, finding her grinning as she closed the closet. “I have to go get the pies out of the oven, but you guys come down and eat when you’re done.”

I nodded then grabbed a pillow off the bed and hit him with it.He bit his lip, grabbed me by the hips, and pulled me forward until our bodies collided, and his lips pressed into my hair. “You’re adorable when you’re angry, you know that?”

I laughed and shook my head. “You’re horrible!”

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