It’s a week to the day we first kissed when I let him in a little further. We’re at the lake, in a secluded spot close to his cabin, and it’s that gloaming time of day between late afternoon and early evening when the world seems to stop spinning and the sun hangs suspended on the horizon, pinking the clouds and darkening the sky. Travis wants to swim and I sit on the bank, watching him move through the water without effort. “Come out here with me,” he calls.
“You come here,” I answer. I was in the water with him earlier and have already begun to dry off, though the cool air makes my skin pimple into chill bumps. I rub my arms to get warm and pat a spot beside me. “It’s getting cold.”
He grins and swims towards shore. “You want me to warm you up?”
My throat closes with lust when he rise
