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I wanted to scream: Molly, so help me God, if you take that top off I’m jumping in, but I was afraid my warning would actually stop her and so I just shook my head. She was too far away to see clearly underneath the water, but my imagination was wild and the little bosom curvature I could see at her chest, as she swum freely, was enough to drive me insane.

“Now I feel stupid. Should have kept that request until I was ready to jump in with you. Ah, the heck with it.” I grasped at the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, wondering whether I should jump in with the compression tank on or off. I decided to keep it on. Though Molly was familiar with my scars, I didn’t want her seeing me that way. Not today.

“Carter, you know you can’t. Your injuries…”

“You think I’ll catch something? Like bacteria?” I asked.

“No, I’m not worried about the wounds. They’re healed, but your mobility—”

“I’ve been exercising and stretching. Besides, you’ve seen how much time I’ve spent on my feet. I’ll be fine in the water.” I reached for my sweatpants and lowered them to the deck. Now it was just my boxer-briefs standing between me, my hard dick, and that cool water which I hoped would diminish this sudden flash of testosterone that was cruising through my body.

“Yes, but you’re still taking a chance.”

“Actually, I’ve read up on this. Swimming in fresh water is much healthier than in a pool full of chemicals. And it doesn’t get any fresher than Pebble Lake.”

That part was true. The lake was fed by fresh streams of water flowing from the mountains on the west side of our town.

“Yes, but you haven’t tried swimming yet. It should be in a more controlled environment. Like a… a smaller lake. Shallow water.”

“Molly, you know I’m a good swimmer and the depth is nothing.” I waved my hand.

She looked petrified. The idea of me jumping in while she was without garments scared her. Would she be less afraid if I were naked as well? The idea grew on me more with each passing second.

“So in your professional doctor’s opinion, if I can physically move, I should be fine swimming, right?”

“Ahm, I’m not your doctor, but as a friend—”

“Ha! That means I’m right!” I reached for my boxer-briefs and pulled them down to my ankles, temporarily disappearing behind the side of the boat.

“Carter! What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry, Molly. I’m not shy. You can look, but you don’t have to.” I winked before climbing on top of the railing and picking a spot in the water to dive into. The freshness of cool morning water whizzed past my body as I sliced through before it wrapped me in its unpolluted, freakishly freezing waters.

“Fuck that’s cold!” I screamed when I surfaced and watched Molly’s face shift from terror to laughter.

“You deserve that!” she called out, swimming a little bit away from me.

“You think that’s funny?” I took a few strokes forward, inching closer with each move.

“Carter, what are you doing?”

“Swimming toward you.”

“Why?” Her voice was lower, filled with a need and anticipation I’d never heard before.

“Because I want to be close to you.”

By the time she was objecting, I dove under and cut through the water in her direction. She didn’t have a chance to get away. I surfaced in front of her surprised face and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

“Now that’s a better good morning.”

Her smile stretched wide, overshadowing the glowing sun behind the trees.

“It is, isn’t it? I can’t believe you just jumped in naked.”

“And I can’t believe that you took your suit off.” I took her hips and brought her close to me.

“Carter—”

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