Resentment(20)

When I’m all the way out and have secured the glass again, I see Dean laughing and standing exactly where I told him not to be.

“How old are you? Do you really have to sneak out?” He laughs. “You’re eighteen and your mom apparently likes me. Was that really necessary?”

“It’s still one o’clock in the morning, Dean. I don’t think any mom would be okay with that.”

“Maybe not.” He pulls me against his side and walks me to the passenger side of his car. “Am I going to have to do that every time I want to take you out?”

“No, just after midnight.” I smile.

He shuts my door and we fall into our familiar, comfortable silence as he drives. I spot a small red, shiny box on his dashboard and assume that’s my gift, but I don’t say anything about it.

Half an hour later, he pulls into an empty parking lot of what appears to be a country club.

“What are we doing here?” I ask. I was expecting a hotel pool, or something less illegal.

“I used to lifeguard here over the summer. The members get to come and go as they please.”

“Okay, but you’re not a member.”

“No, but my dad is.” He puts the car in park and grabs the red gift off the dashboard, handing it to me. “Open it.”

“Not until I give you yours,” I say. “I left it in my closet.”

“Open it, Mia.” He kisses me. “Now.”

I hesitate, but I oblige. I slowly pull at the ribbon and let it fall into my lap before unwrapping the box. I look at him before flipping the lid open and smile when I see what’s inside.

It’s a silver necklace with three charms: A guitar, a paintbrush, and a car. Beneath that are three black, spiral notebooks with a post-it note on top: “To make up for the one I “stole” –Merry Christmas, Mia. –Dean.

I run my fingers along the charms and look into his eyes. “Thank you very much.”

He takes the necklace from my hands and motions for me to lean closer so he can put it on for me. He holds it up to me, but he kisses my neck and softly bites my skin before he even attempts to clasp it.

“There...” He secures it and runs his fingers against the car charm before getting out of the car.

As a slight snow falls over us, he pulls me close and leads me to the back entrance of the club.

It takes him a minute to get his dad’s keycard to work, but when the door finally gives way, he pushes me inside first.

My jaw drops as I take in the lobby.

The place doesn’t look like anything that belongs in our small town. The floors in the lobby are a sparkling white marble and two massive fireplaces are ablaze, giving a slight glow to the space.

Dean takes my hand and shows me past the dining hall, wine bar, gymnasium, and spa. He swipes his key at a set of double glass doors and when they swing open, I find myself in front of one of the largest pools I’ve ever seen.

A light steam is rising from its depths, and the colossal floor to ceiling windows that surround the room, are slightly foggy from the heat.

Dean lets my hand go and starts to undress, but I just stand there, looking around.

I look around the room for cameras, but I don’t see any. Still, I step back from the edge of the pool.

“Are you going to join me?” Dean asks as he gets in the pool, wearing only his swim trunks.

“What if security comes?”

“We’ll say hello.” He smiles. “I doubt they will, though.”

“I don’t know about this...” I take another step back.

“Trust me.” He leans against the edge. “My dad is a member and everybody knows me here, Mia. There won’t be a problem.

“Alright.” I realize how sincere he looks. “Turn around so I can take off my coat and stuff.”

“I’d rather not.” He’s staring at me with complete focus. He’s definitely not turning around.

I unbutton my coat and place it on the bench. Keeping my eyes on Dean, I pull my shirt over my head and untie my sweats, letting them fall the floor.

My bikini is on full display, and I’m tempted to put my coat on over it again, but I hold back and simply stand still.

Dean’s eyes travel from my eyes down to my bare stomach, over my legs and back up. A small smile dances across his lips.

“Are you going to get in now?” He extends his hand and I step closer, taking it.

He helps me into the water, and without saying a word, asks me to swim to the other end with him.

I keep up with him for the most part—stopping every now and then when he splashes me, but we arrive at the other side seconds apart.

As I’m catching my breath, he steps in front of me and backs me against the edge.