Page 53 of Withered

“Then, just get naked.” He smirks.

I gape at him in shock. “You brought me here to get me naked?”

“No. I brought you here to have some fun,” he retorts back.

I fold my hands against my chest and release a noise between a laugh and a snort. Narrowing my eyes at him, I say, “You wish.”

“How about that sexy red bra and underwear you’re wearing?” He suggests smirking in full mode.

I gasp, my hands falling at my sides as I gape at him. “How do you…?” I let the question hang in the air.

It’s so goddamn hot that boys like him shouldn’t be allowed to say stuff like this. I feel a rush of heat in my core and tingles throughout my body.

He cuts in. “It’s not my fault you were running in your room. Besides, do you think you’re the only one allowed to peek into other people’s rooms?”

“You creep!” I accuse him.

He takes off his shoes and socks, and I watch how his body moves and how his muscles work.

I peered at his stomach to find the bruises had faded away. I still don’t know who he fought with or why. He then continues to unbutton his pants, and I turn around completely, shutting my eyes in the process.

I hear him chuckle, followed by the sound of his pants being pulled. He lets me know once he is done, and I force myself to maintain eye contact and not look anywhere else.

I shake the thought away and proceed to remove my shoes and belt, neatly placing them beside his things.

Before I take off any clothing, I point a finger at him and order, “Turn around and do not… I repeat, do not peek.”

I honestly cannot believe myself right now. I’m getting naked in front of a boy, who happens to beJake Henderson. My cheeks burn in embarrassment because he must’ve seen many girls naked. Will he laugh or make fun of me?

“C’mon, Evans,” he tries to coax me.

I give him an‘are you turning or not?’look.

Without putting up a fight, he silently turns around. This is the first time I’ve seen him without jeans, and I get a perfect view of his back.

“Make it quick,” he shouts.

I bite on my lower lip, and remove my pants first, then my necklace and my top. I fold them hurriedly and keep them on the grass next to my shoes.

“I’m done,” I tell him.

“I thought you were going to take fore—” he says as he turns around.

He pauses in mid-sentence, his eyes wide and his mouth open. His gaze drank in my body shamelessly, causing me to shift uneasily on my feet.

He clears his throat and turns his head away, and I can’t understand what’s going on in his mind.

“Follow me,” he says it in a hoarse voice.

I closely follow behind him, and he tells me to place my feet exactly where he does. We jump from one rock to the next until we reach the bottom of the waterfall.

Before any of us jump, I ask him, “Jake, what if there is a snake inside?”

He chuckles and says, “The water is so clean you can see the bottom. There’s no snake. I can prove it.”

Jake jumps into the water while I stand on the rock. He emerges from the water after a second, waiting for me. His jet-black hair is now soaked, with water dripping from the ends.

This is my first date with him, and he already has me naked. What happens once I get in? Wait, is this even a date? More like, if he tried to make a move, which I am positive about, what would I do?

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