Page 18 of A Date with Fate

“Can we slip into the camper portion? You know, without camping?”

“Yes, just not the slide-out portion. We can get you some dry clothes though.”

“Great.” Her smile was gentle as she stepped back and towards the camper. I noticed then that she hadn’t released my hand and pulled me along with her. I must’ve made a noise, because she glanced over her shoulder, eyes bright with humor. “You can’t possibly be comfortable in those jeans.”

I followed along, too dumbstruck and more than a little confused by her actions. But she was right. This was about to be quite…chaffing…inside my pants. We both stepped inside the camper, the lights still dark, the air warm but not uncomfortable. All things said, it felt great to warm up for a moment. Taylor went straight to her bag, dragging out another pair of shorts, something lacy and black that made my heart skip a beat, and then proceeded to dig further and further.

“Shoot. My other stuff must be up front.”

“What stuff?”

Taylor reached up to shake out her dark hair, tiny droplets scattering around her. “The rest of my clothes.”

My jeans were already uncomfortable, and thinking about what she’d said, my cock was straining against the wet denim. I tried to subtly press a palm down my crotch, determined to ignore things. “What do you need?”

“Just a sweatshirt. I can put on a dry bra later,” she answered immediately.

I glanced over, noticing that her cheeks were suddenly quite pink. I smiled a little, surprised by her candor.

But immediately after, she added, “Sorry. That was an overshare.”

“Nothing to apologize for,” I said, surprising even myself with how level and calm my voice was, when my mind was whirling with thoughts of her soft skin, her breasts free and loose in her shirt. A shirt she didn't have. I reached into my bag, pulling out one of several hoodies that I’d thrown in at the last minute.

“Why don’t you take this one? It’s a little small on me anyway.”

Taylor stood up, a wide smile curving her mouth as she stepped across to me. “You're sure?”

“Positive.”

“Okay, great. Turn around so we can get dressed, then.”

“Turn around?” I answered dumbly.

“There’s no way that I can peel off wet clothes in that tiny bathroom, and I would pay good money to see you try too.”

“Oh.” My shoulders twitched as I held myself as stiff as possible. “Good point. I’ll just turn here…and you there?”

Taylor nodded, still smirking as she picked up her new bottoms from the ground. That black lace peeked out from her hands again, and I almost let out a groan before I forced myself to turn.

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Taylor

Wet clothes were an easy payment for being able to play in the rain. Growing up, I’d always loved the rain. Jackson Falls always got plenty of it, so when we were there, it was even better. There was nothing quite like rain in the mountains. But this pop-up downpour, in the parking lot of a small-town grocery store, felt special too.

I flushed a little, peeling my sopping wet shirt over my head and dropping it to the floor.

It was because of Scott. There was no denying it. There was something there. I shivered a little, a mixture of the memory of him that morning, wrapping around me, on top of me, and the air rushing over my wet skin. Biting my lip, I dropped my bra and hurriedly dragged my borrowed sweatshirt over my head.

It smelled amazing, like laundry and Scott. Since I knew he couldn’t see, I didn’t stop myself from lowering my nose and pressing it to the fabric. It was strange… I’d always known all these things about Scott. The kindness, the handsome face, the thick, strong body. Even the way his smiling, kind expression was nearly permanent while knowing all the time that underneath that there was a protective man who cared too much.

About me.

Suddenly, I wish I’d known about this attraction before we left. Because it felt like in some kind of strange way, I needed to ask Logan for permission. Because Scott was his best friend, had been for years. I couldn’t just kiss the man.

Right?

Grimacing a little at the sound of my shorts hitting the ground, I stepped out of them, eagerly tugging on my new panties. Sleep shorts were easy to drag back up my legs, and after making sure all the important parts were covered, I stretched my hands over my head.

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