Page 52 of Pretend You Love Me

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“Have you been spying on me?”

“Yes.”

He’s treading water, and a huge smile has spread over his face. “Does that mean you’ve made a decision?”

“No.”

“But you’re standing here.”

“I am.”

“Looks like you’d like to get wet.”

Good lord. I clear my throat.

“I should be making some food for dinner.”

“Fuck dinner,” he calls, and I laugh.

“I’ll order take out,” he says.

I bite my lip. I’ve never, ever, done anything like this before.

“You’re thinking about it,” he says.

I’m about to pull my shirt off when I see my cast. I hold up my arm.

“Can’t swim in a cast.”

He frowns and then swims over to the edge of a dock and grabs a little raft.

“What if you put your arm on this?”

I bite my lip for a moment. I really shouldn’t. This is irresponsible on so many levels.

And yet.

I pull my shirt off over my head, and he cheers.

“Close your eyes,” I yell.

“Fuck no,” he calls. “Are you kidding me?”

I’m blushing.

“Okay, but no touching allowed,” I call back.

“Really?”

“I’m serious. You can look, but you can’t touch.”

“You torture me.”

“Do you promise?”I ask.

“Fine. I promise. No touching.”

I wiggle out of my shorts.

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