Kevin
Chelsea steers the boat as I stand behind her with my arms wrapped securely around her. Honestly, I’m afraid if I blink, she’ll disappear.
Frankly, I thought for sure after I whipped Jason’s ass, she’d blame me, and I would become the bad guy.
I assumed she would have run back to Jason like she’s always done. But this time, it was the opposite. Instead of running away from me as she usually does, she ran to me.
“Are you doing that on purpose?” I question as Chelsea presses her ass against my pelvis, taunting me.
“Yep,” She says popping the ‘P.’
“Don’t set yourself up for something you can’t handle.”
She spins around in my arms, “Is that a challenge?”
“It’s whatever you want it to be.” I tease.
“It’s whatever you want it to be.” She mimics. f**k, I love her sassiness.
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