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But the third?
The third is when I bounce dangerously close to a canoe.
It’s also when my rope snaps, and I land right with my face between someone’s thighs with several new bodily injuries and delirious as everyone screams above me.
The best part?
She just stares down at me and smiles. “Hey, you’re alive!”
When I finally get past the absolute panic of near death, I look up. And I’ll never forget the way she smiles down at me, with her reddish-brown hair, blue eyes, wearing nothing but the smallest black triangle bikini top ever, and a small tattoo on her wrist that looks like a whale. “You sure?”
She laughs harder. “Yeah, scared stranger, I’m sure, by the time you hit the third bounce, you were only a few feet above my canoe, kind of saved your life from the alligators.”
“I KNEW IT!” I shout, then move my face. “Uh sorry about you know, trying to have an early lunch.”
She leans down. “Interesting, it kind of felt like a simple appetizer.”
“Are we in love now?” I ask.
She helps me to my feet and sits me down, bracing me with her hands. “I mean if you want to be, I have time on my schedule, was gonna check out a matinee later, heard Jason Statham made a comeback, then again here you are so, if you’re trying to give him a run for his money I’m down.”
Even injured, I lean forward out of adrenaline and cup her chin with my shaky hands. “I think I was the one that was down.”
Her cheeks flush. “I’m Chloe.”
“I’m Quinn.”
Chapter Two
Chloe
He is cute, like really really cute, the kind of hot cute you have to take in for a minute before actually understanding how good looking they actually are. He’s already forming a bruise over his full lower lip, his jaw is cut like glass and he has a black eye, which I’m going to assume is from the seat between my thighs during his epic descent.
I like him immediately.
There is just something hot about a guy during a near death experience who asks you out on a date minutes after a catastrophic disaster of epic proportions.
My sister would love him.
Which means I have to keep her away from him at all costs, she eats men truly like they are a small snack before devouring them whole and ruining their entire lives. She always denies it but I see the revolving door of guys that just leave with their heads hanging as if she uses them, and listen, I love my sister but consent is a thing too with guys and I have to wonder how often they just put out because she convinces them she’ll stay forever when really—it will only ever a moment.
I blame our parents.
Our mom is completely absent, my dad is the one that taught us how to put on makeup and when we both got our periods, he was the one that took us to the store to get everything. He was the one that, awkwardly, gave us the sex talk and he was the one that when I had my first break up, offered to go to prison on my behalf.
I love my dad.
He even went on vacation with us, which, to an outsider, was a weird thing to do, but even my friends were like let’s do this! We had plans to do a rafting trip, canoeing, eating all the food, and just basking in the sun and he was the only adult that was completely willing to rent out a house and let us do it for two straight weeks.
Again, I adore him, worship him, so it always makes me wonder why Sophie is so weird about her boy problems, there were no daddy issues with my twin, maybe it is because my dad constantly gave us everything, not just love, but truly everything we could have ever wanted in order to shield us from a mom who at times still couldn’t tell one of us from the other.
I check my phone. I have an hour before actually meeting Quinn after our whole near disaster and we really are going to a random matinee. I told him he has to buy popcorn and if he didn’t add butter, I’d choke him and he was weirdly okay with it.
Test number one.
Then I told him I tend to cry during suspense movies because I have this weird syndrome where I cry during pain, fear, and funerals.
Test number two.
