“You drenched me,” I complained. Not to mention the rest of my ice cream, which was half lake water now.
“Well, you’re wet now,” he said. “You might as well get in.”
Something about the thought of stripping down to my shorts and jumping into the lake with this guy I barely knew seemed illicit and thrilling to me. Even though I knew it was stupid, and he would probably freak out if he knew I was thinking about him like that. Chances were pretty strong that this was completely innocent. Still, it was fun to pretend. And with a guy this hot, who could blame me for fantasizing a little?
But then, when my head emerged from taking my shirt off, I swore I saw Will stare at me. Only for a second, though.
I jumped in.
“You know, a lot of people back home can’t swim,” Will said, his head bobbin
