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I go to push him again, but he stops our water wrestling fun and stands frozen, staring at me like they do in horror movies.

OrJaws.

“Oh my God, is there a shark coming toward us? Because I read that there have been some sightings of—”

He clears his throat and averts his gaze. “You, um… Your top is…”

I glance down and see my nipple.

Mybarenipple.

My bikini top must’ve gotten disheveled when he pushed me, and now my breast is hanging out right here in the middle of the ocean.

Doeswardrobe malfunctionneed to go on my resume now, or what?

I dip into the water to adjust it and scoff. “Could you be any more of a teenage boy? It’s a tit. You’ve seen one before.”

“I know.” He splashes me, and I jerk to the side, not that it keeps drops of water from hitting my cheeks.

“Besides, now we’re even.” I glance between his legs below the water, referring to the towel incident on our patio.

“Well, technically, you’d already seen my goods, so you owe me one more peek.”

“Is that right?” I grin, shaking my head as my body hums with sudden awareness that I’m having this conversation with Xander.

Any time we’ve talked about body parts, my brother’s been around, and they were talking about other women’s “goods.”

Not mine.

My brother’s best friend wasn’t alone in the ocean with me, either.

On Maui.

We have no buffer here, and it’s easy to get caught up in the game.

“Yeah, so just show me the other tit, and we’ll really be square.” He winks, his shit-eating grin too wide and arrogant for his own good.

He’s goading me with this dare—a challenge.

And I’m intrigued.

Before I can think better of it, I grip the other side of my top and fold it over, exposing my other nipple to him.

His jaw drops, and he stumbles back, losing his footing. Xander falls into the water, his mouth still agape as he goes under, and I’m certain he just swallowed a gallon of saltwater.

I laugh as he resurfaces, his shell-shocked expression still intact. Sticking my tongue out at him, I swim away.

Feels like a win when I can render a guy like Xander Logan speechless.

Even if it doesn’t mean anything.

Which it totally doesn’t.

Just an innocent dare.

“Did you forget how to swim?” I call from several yards away, where I come to a stop to slick back my wet hair. “It goes like this.” I throw my arms out, one after the other, bobbing my head from side to side like the tide as I exaggerate each movement.

“Smartass,” he says and meets me halfway.

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