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Taking a long swig, I wonder how much longer I can hold out. But I don’t want her to think this “first date” is all about sex. I want to know everything there is to know about her.
Including what makes her body soar.
But that comes later.
“Why’s that?”
The sound of splashing water around us, the night sky cooperating with the perfect, cloudless night . . .
This is a date to end all dates.
“Because I’m having a really hard time keeping my hands off of you,” I admit.
The look she gives me . . .
“Maybe you shouldn’t try so hard.”
My resolve snaps. Moving toward the wall, I put my beer down and continue down the river. The raft isn’t so big that my hand can’t easily reach to where her ass is dipped in the middle, immersed in the water. Without taking my eyes from hers, I reach past the thin white material, dipping two fingers into her.
With the other arm firmly gripping the raft, we continue down the path as if I’m not fingering her, and I finally answer.
“You’re right. Maybe I shouldn’t.”
She takes a sip of my brother’s beer, eyes wide.
With her bottom submerged in the water, neither of us can see my fingers move in and out of her slick wetness beneath the surface. But her parted lips and soft moans are all the encouragement I need.
“Am I supposed to just carry on as if your magical fingers are not currently inside me?”
“Magical fingers. I like that.”
To that point, I involve my thumb now too. “So do you miss New York?”
“You’re kidding me, right? You want me to carry on a conversation right now?”
We’re coming up on a waterfall.
“Tell me if you miss New York or you’re going under.”
“You wouldn’t.”
I move us toward the wall where the rock waterfall looms . . .
“Ok, ok.”
. . . and then attend to those magical fingers once again. Moving, gliding really, and enjoying Evie’s expression.
“New York.” She grips the beer can as tightly as the raft handle. “I miss some things about the city, sure. Like the variety of takeout. And some friends I made. Oh my God, Tris, I can’t do this.”
She thrusts her hips into my hand.
I respond accordingly.
“Did you always plan to come back to Bridgewater?”
She looks at me as if she wants to both kiss me and throttle me all at once.
“Yes.”
