“CPR, dumbo! He’s trying to resuscitate him!” That sounded like Josh’s brother, Aaron.
“s**t, he pulled Josh’s suit off. The little queer was copping a feel!”
Rough hands unceremoniously tossed me aside. As I flew through the air, I heard Josh cough and gag. He was alive! Before his admiring throng closed around him, I saw him struggle to sit up. A moment later, I there was a loud cry as he realized his trunks were around his knees.
I flinched violently as a nut-brown hand grabbed me by the arm. “It’s okay, Ben.” I looked up into the cocoa brown eyes of Aaron Wyrick.
“I…I didn’t do that,” I stammered. “His suit got caught on the rocks when I pulled him out.”
“I know,” he said soothingly as his brother let out a roar of rage.
“What happened to him? He’s got a gash on his forehead.”
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