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“Correct. Now Sawyer, you can follow Becky, and she can show you to the bathing suits,” Melinda says dismissing me.
I choose a bathing suit, a one piece that fits me perfectly and grab a towel then head out to the deck. Gunnar is standing on the edge in board shorts, his back to me talking with one of the photographers.
He stands tall, his back is muscular with a large tattoo of a sun and some sort of tribal stuff around it in the middle of his back. There is a slight slope that leads to a bubble butt, not a jiggly one, I’m pretty sure he has a firm ass. His calf muscles are huge and his feet - well they are perfect.
The photographer he’s talking to must mention my arrival because he slowly turns around. He tries to control his features, but his mouth opens a little and he hasn’t blinked as I approach.
“Hey. So, you want to race and do some laps?” I ask nervously.
“I was figuring that I show you a few of the exercises that I do and let the photographers get some of that. Then we can do whatever. Get these guys out of the way.”
“So staged photos?” I ask.
“Not really, but kind of,” he says nervously.
The next hour went by quickly, with Gunnar showing off his swimming skills and then I would demonstrate for him what I knew, which was a cannonball and a belly flop. As we enjoyed one another’s company and loosened up, it was no time before the photographers were gone when Gunnar was the first to go down one of the slides. We take turns, both running on the deck and dodging each other from being pushed into the pool.
I was trying to dodge past him as his arm shoots out and grabs me. His arm wraps around my middle and then he bends to lift me. My arm reactively goes around his neck. He starts towards the pool, pushes off at the last minute, and we both land in the deep end of the pool. I hold my breath and clutch onto him, his grasp tightening on me. We break the surface of the water, and I wipe my face with my free hand while Gunnar holds onto me.
I look at him and as our eyes meet and he licks his lips.
“Fuck it,” he says quietly leaning into me.
Our lips meet, and I feel like I’m floating. Which is entirely possible, since we’re in water.
The kiss is hesitant and unsure, as if he is not sure if we should be kissing or not. I’m not completely sure if we should, but this moment feels right. I run my fingers through his hair and pull him closer to me, he groans. His mouth opens, his tongue seeks entrance and when I open my lips, our tongues dance against another. He tastes like bubble gum, and his skin smells like Dove soap and chlorine as I use my senses to remember this moment. I don’t think that kissing was on the agenda, but I’m not complaining.
We pull apart, both out of breath, his eyes are glazed and a slow smile creeps to his face. He licks his lips again.
“You taste like cotton candy,” he says.
“Um, thanks?”
“I want to know what the rest of you tastes like,” he says in a whisper as he moves us in the water. He loosens his grip on me and my legs find the pool floor, my arm is draped around his neck still as his hands find my waist and he continues to move me to the wall. With my back brushing against the tiles, our bodies flush against another, he leans in for another kiss. My lips part automatically, and I’m swept up in the moment of the kiss again. His hand moves up my body, and he discreetly palms my breast. I lean into him and push myself up to wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel his erection through our bathing suits and I shamelessly rock my body against it. One moment we are completely alone and the next we hear the thunderous sound of bare feet against the pool deck and chatter as a group of children enter the pool.
Gunnar and I separate quickly and look to the kids, invading the otherwise quiet pool area with the echoes of laughter as they come closer. They spot us in the far corner, drop their towels, and make it to us in no time.
“Gun! Gun!” Our moment is gone and Gunnar looks to me sympathetically.
“To be continued.” He leans into me, his hand in the water finding my hip again, kisses my cheek in promises, as kids jump in the pool around us and soon Gunnar and I are surrounded.
AFTER THE POOL, it was time to eat again. I was famished but not just for food. The kisses in the pool only left me wanting more, making me crave more attention and touches from him.
I shake my head. I shouldn’t get involved with a ball player, especially since this day is something I’m supposed to write about for work. I need to look at this unaffected, which is now close to impossible, as I’m as affected as one could get.
Gunnar sits across from me, shoving a hamburger in his mouth as he takes a bite that is too big for his mouth. As he chews, I observe him. He’s comfortable in his skin and his surroundings, yet doesn’t seem to notice how much of an influence that he has on others as everyone is staring in our direction right now.
“Why aren’t you eating?” he asks me with a mouthful of food.
“Just thinking.”
“Oh yeah? What about?” he tries to smile around the food in his mouth.
“I’m not sure yet.”
“Not sure yet? About what you are thinking? That’s confusing.” He smiles and shakes his head as he sips on his water.
“Do you see yourself as a celebrity?” I ask leaning forward.
