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So, I don’t stop myself, don’t even hesitate. I just move toward him until I’mright there,my hand snaking around the back of his neck and pulling his lips to mine.

Our mouths brush and then collide, a groan moving from his lips to mine. But before I can pull him against me to deepen the kiss, he’s pushing away from me, his body sinking into the water, his head bobbing above the waves.

“What the fuck, Chase?” he asks, and I wet my lips, tasting him there, wanting more.

God, give me more. I didn’t plan on this but the moment I saw that mouth, I knew what I wanted. I want this.

“You swam out here to kiss me?” he asks, and I swallow, feeling suddenly so fucking dumb. Because maybe he doesn’t like kissing. Maybe I crossed a boundary of his. Just strode right past it and plundered that sexy-as-fuck mouth.

“I don’t kiss,” he says, swiping his hand across his mouth, and I nod, feeling my heart sink. Because of course he doesn’t. He just lets random strangers fuck him, but kissing is one step too far. That makes just as much sense as the fact that I waxed my butthole for him.

It makes zero fucking sense.

“Didn’t know,” I say, and we stare at each other, the water pulling us closer and closer until our noses nearly touch. We’re treading water, our knees and feet occasionally bumping into each other’s, but neither of us moves away.

No, we just watch one another. Him with curiosity and me with trepidation.

Why isn’t he moving away? Why is he looking at me like this?

His eyes travel down my face and land on my lips. They part and a wisp of breath escapes.

“Why are you here?” he asks, and I can’t answer, my words stuck in my throat. I don’t know what I’m doing, only that I can’t stay away. “I figured you’d be with Polly.”

“And I figured you’d be with…someone else.”

“Someone else?”

“Yeah…you know…anyone else.”

“You saying I’m a slut, Chase?”

“Wh—no. I didn’t say that.”

He frowns and his hand moves out of the water, slashing through his hair.

“You inferred it.”

“I didn’t infer anything.”

His eyes narrow and then he swims past me. “Listen. I’m…I’m no good for you. It’s best you stay away. Polly is the better option.”

I watch him for a moment before moving after him, but he’s faster than me, his body quickly moving out of the water before I can even catch up. And then I feel it, something painful brushing against my leg, and I let out a long grunt.

Oh fuck, thatstings.

I stumble out of the water and glance down at my ankle and see something slimy and white attached to my skin.

“Oh man,” I say and Holden freezes, looking over at me.

“Shit, Chase. That’s a jellyfish.”

“Yeah, figured. It burns,” I explain, biting down on my bottom lip as Holden moves toward me, falling to his knees. He reaches out, grabs on to the slimy blob and tugs. It sticks to my skin, but Holden manages to remove most of it, some of the tendrils still sticking painfully to my leg. Goddamn, that does not feel good.

“Shit,” Holden says, glancing up at me and then standing up and grabbing on to his dick. “Gonna piss on it, just for a second.”

And before I can tell him not to, a stream of warm pee hits my leg, dripping down my foot and in between my toes.

I watch his urine hit my skin and my body’s response is to perk up at the sensation. Seems my dick likes pee. Holden’s pee. My cock immediately starts to harden beneath my boxers, and Holden must see it because his eyes widen at the sight and his stream of pee sputters and spurts like a broken faucet.

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