Four Day Fling(59)
More laughter.
“So, really, I’m a dreadful adult. That’s why I’m single. I’m not the put-together girl everyone wants to take home to their mom. Suzy Homemaker I am not.”
He tightened his arm around my waist, still laughing. “See, now it begs the question how I can be so damn attracted to someone who is, literally, my total opposite.”
“Excuse me, Mr. Perfect.”
“Hey, I have my faults, too. They just don’t make me look anywhere near as cute as yours do.”
“My faults don’t make me cute.”
“No, but the way you list them off as reasons not to like you makes you cute.”
“Ugh. Whatever.” I rolled my eyes. “What are your faults?”
“All right.” He moved his hand and played with my hair. “I have to pay someone to do my laundry because I can never do it correctly. I can’t remember anyone’s birthdays, ever. My mom set up a Google calendar for me, so I’ll get a notification three days before any birthday or anniversary.”
I bit the inside of my cheek. That was cute.
“I work too much. I’m the first one in the gym and the last one out, even if it’s supposed to be a day off. I worry too much about the other guys on my team. I don’t know how to switch my brain off. I’m determined to be the best, even though one day it could cost me.”
“See, the calendar thing? That’s cute. I’d pay someone to do my laundry if I could.” I tilted my head back. “And working hard isn’t exactly a bad thing. Maybe you do need to slow down, but you’ll do that when you’re ready. You’re determined, and that’s not really a fault.”
“Depends how you look at it. I wouldn’t say having a long-standing feud with your roommate’s cat is a fault, because, let’s face it, cats are fucking assholes.”
“And Spike is the biggest asshole of them all,” I agreed. “I guess you’re right. I don’t see you being determined as a fault. I really don’t. And you will slow down one day. You’ll have to.”
“Mm. Maybe I’ll slow down when I find someone worth slowing down for.” He kissed the top of my head. “You wanna go for a swim?”
“Now?”
“No, next week. Of course now.”
“I don’t have a suit with me.”
“Do I look like I’m wearing swimming shorts under these pants?”
“Adam, I’m not even wearing a bra.” I sat up and gave him a stern look. “Just panties.”
“Red,” he sighed, sitting up. “If you’re trying to convince me that swimming in our underwear is a bad idea, you’re failing miserably.”
Jesus, Poppy. Live a little. Go swimming in your panties with the hot guy.
CHAPTER NINETEEN – POPPY
Seaweed and Sharkbait
I rolled my eyes. “Do you think they can see us?”
Adam looked over at the party. “I don’t think they even know we disappeared.”
“Aunt Blythe is probably halfway to hammered and dancing,” I said, noticing a lot of people around the dance floor.
“Sorry to miss that.”
“No, really, you’re not,” I assured him. “It’s scarring. I’ll never recover from the time she flashed everyone her thong.”
“I take it back. I’m not sorry at all.” Laughing, he undid the buttons of his shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders.
Carefully, I removed my beach shoes as he kicked his shiny ones off. I turned away from him and twisted my arm to undo the zip at the back of my dress.
Why were dresses made like this? Not only were we denied pockets, but you had to be a freaking contortionist to get the damn things off.
You wouldn’t give a man a shirt with buttons on the back, would you?
No, you wouldn’t.
Equality my ass.
Adam chuckled, stepping behind me. “I got it.”
“Thanks.” I pulled down the thin straps and immediately used my arm to cover my boobs.
Adam snorted, but he didn’t say anything as he took my free hand and led us down to the water. It didn’t take us long to get down there, and I gasped as the water rolled over my feet. It wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t anywhere near as warm as I was expecting it to be.
“It’s not cold,” Adam said, stepping in front of me and dragging me into the water.
“Slow! Slow! Oh my God.”
“It’s not cold.” He let go of me and walked farther back into the water. “It’s nice.”
Tentatively, I took a few steps forward.
“Stop being a wimp, or I’ll throw you in the water,” he threatened me.
“You wouldn’t!” I pointed at him, clutching tighter at my boobs.
He simply looked at me as if to say I should try him. Given earlier when he’d picked me up and spun me around, I should have known better than to stop dead in ankle-deep water in protest.
A wave helped propel him forward to me, and he snatched me against his body before I could do anything. My arm was squished between us, but he didn’t stop to let me move it as he walked backward in the water.
He dropped his lips to mine, stopping me from protesting as the water splashed higher and higher up over my thighs and, thanks to one adventurous wave, over my ass. I gasped into his mouth and felt his grin against me.