Lance
I let Charlie win, of course. No way I’d ever dunk my female. Or let her lose anything but her heart. And, of course, her clothes.
The water in the pool is warm, and Charlie cuts through the water like an Olympic swimmer.
“That’s an impressive freestyle you have there,” I say when she finally swims up to me, a smile lighting up her face.
“I won first place at State in high school.”
I slide my hands down her sides. “So many things I don’t know about you yet. I want to learn them all.”
Her lids droop. “Is this really how it’s going to be? All the time?”
I stop stroking. “What do you mean?”
“Is this our honeymoon phase? And then you turn into a lazy, bossy jerk with a beer gut who lies on the couch and doesn’t take out the garbage?”
I laugh so loud, I startle her. “Is that what
