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About thirty seconds later, he pulls his marshmallow he’s been working on from the vicinity of the fire, and uses his fingers to test the temperature.
“Here,” he says, holding it out for me. “Try it.”
“No way,” I giggle, “That took a ridiculous amount of concentration for you to get it how you want it. You eat it.”
“Just eat it and tell me it’s not the best damn marshmallow you’ve ever had in your entire life.”
Instead of arguing I pull it from the stick. The outside is slightly toasted, and the entire thing melts in my mouth.
It is, in fact, the best damn marshmallow I’ve ever had.
“I told you,” he smirks, a smug ass grin spreading across his perfect face.
His perfect face and this stupid ass perfect marshmallow.
“It’s alright,” I shrug. “Mine was better.”
He grabs the metal fork from my hand and sets it on the adirondack chair behind us. “Liar. Tell me it was the best.”
“Fine it was the best, happy?”
“Almost,” He says, pulling me against him. “You know what would make me extra happy right now?”
He pops the button on my jean shorts, and tilts his forehead against mine. “Skinny dipping.”
He leaves my head in a state of cloud and confusion and takes off like a bat out of hell for the water, managing to lose most of his clothes before he gets there.
The sound of splashing water makes me giggle.
“You’re crazy!” I whisper-shout. “We’re gonna get caught.”
“Yeah if you keep yelling we will. Get your pretty ass in here.”
I search the yard for any sign of life and ultimately cave. There is literally no single place on this earth I’d rather be than tangled up in this lake naked with Colson.
Happy fucking birthday to me.
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Colson
I watch as Lincoln strips herself bare, and I can tell she is scared. It is dark but the full moon lights up the night sky just enough for us to see. For me to seeher.
The straps of her bra fall off her shoulders, and I watch as it slips to the ground. Staring at her, I can barely breathe.
Covering her breasts with her arm, she takes off toward me, water splashing as she goes under and pops up next to me. Her dark hair is slicked back and clings around her shoulders.
“I didn’t think you’d actually do that,” I admit, wrapping my arms around her waist, pulling her into me.
“Me either,” she whispers, her eyes falling to my lips.
I had never really thought about what this would be like, or how I’d feel if I actually got this moment with her, because I knew that day wouldn’t come.
At least, I thought I wouldn’t.
I press my lips to hers so delicately they barely even touch and chill bumps begin to radiate down my arms as her breath mixes with mine. It’s a dangerous feeling, one that I’ve always tried my best to avoid.
In this moment though, there isn’t anything I want more. I want Reiss’ little sister, and that scares the shit out of me.
