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AlmaI stand wearing only Amos’s T-shirt and my panties and lean against the open sliding glass door of the deck. The water is so beautiful, and the sounds of the waves alluring. The lake breeze blows against my skin. I could get used to lake life. There’s no air conditioning in this place as it’s not needed. Michigan doesn’t get hot enough in the summers to warrant it, especially here where the windows are always open, inviting in the fresh, cooling air from the water.
Amos walks up behind me and pulls my hair to the side, kissing my neck. “Lunch is ready.”
I pivot around to face him and drape my arms over his shoulders. Standing on my toes, I give him a gentle kiss. “It smells amazing.”
Wearing only his boxer briefs, he leads me to the table where a bowl of freshly cut fruit and a
