Prince Albert(122)

I change the subject. "When do you get to take the boot off?"

"Next week. Before we leave for Japan, thank God. Traveling with this thing would be no fun at all."

"So I'll have to wait to skinny dip with you until after next week," I joke. Oh my God, I don't know why I just said that. After I was the one getting on him for making everything an innuendo.

"Are you kidding?" he asks. "I'd rip this boot off in a fucking heartbeat, break my own damn leg again myself if it meant I got to see you naked."

I laugh. "Very funny."

"You don't think I'm serious?" he asks, shaking his head.

I take another sip of my beer. "That's the problem," I say. "That does sound exactly like something you'd do."

We sit in awkward silence again, all of the unspoken stuff hanging between us. It's one thing to joke around and flirt with Gaige, but another thing entirely to be sitting here the same way we used to. He hands me another beer.

"Your mom didn't used to be like this, did she?" I ask.

"You mean, a drunk?" he says. "You didn't notice before?"

I shake my head. "Am I blind or something? She never seemed like it."

Gaige takes a long pull off his beer. "Nope," he says. "Pretty par for the course. That summer we were here she was in a better mood, since her and Beau had gotten married."

"I feel..." My voice trails off. I don't know quite how I feel, actually. About anything. But about Gaige most of all.

"Bad for your dad?" Gaige asks.

"He doesn't look happy."

"Nope," Gaige says. "Would you be happy, if you were him?"

"I'm so sorry, Gaige." But I find myself tongue-tied, unable to say what I'm sorry for. I'm sorry for the way your mom treats you. I'm sorry for the way I left things between us.

"It is what it is, darlin'," he says, finally turning to look at me. The lights, dim around the pool, make the golden flecks in his eyes stand out even more. He looks at me for a long minute, then drains the rest of his beer and starts undoing his boot. "Fuck it," he says.

"What are you doing?" I ask, swallowing hard as he pulls his shirt over his head. Once he's shirtless, his bare tattoo-covered chest covered right in front of my face, I can't help but look at it.

Gaige catches me obviously staring, and grins. "Come on, darlin'," he says. "Jump in."

"Put your clothes back on," I hiss. "Someone's going to see you."

Gaige shrugs. "So what?" he asks, unbuttoning his pants. I avert my eyes, focusing straight ahead. It seems somehow indecent to just stare at him, to watch him undress like he's some kind of stripper. "You think our parents are up and around in the house? This isn't the first time something like this has happened. My mother gets drunk, makes a scene. They go to their room and argue or whatever, who knows. Have makeup sex."

"Eew, Gaige, gross." I glance at him out of the corner of my eye. He's standing there in his boxer briefs. I'm not going to look at him, I tell myself. I'm not going to look at it. This is not what I had in mind when I asked him to come out to the pool. I was just going to talk to him, that's all.

"That's what every guy wants to hear when he's standing in front of a girl naked," he says.

"I was referring to our parents having sex. Wait. You're naked?" I look up, and he's still wearing his briefs.

He grins widely. "Made you look."

"Asshole."

"Cocktease," he says, and walks slowly over to the pool.

"Why am I a cocktease?" I yell after him, but he ignores me, so I stand up and follow him over to the pool.

"Water's nice," he says. His feet are in the water, and at least he's still got his boxers on. That's something. If he stripped off everything and got buck naked...

"I'm not a tease," I say.

"Then you're just a prude."

"I'm not a prude, either," I say. "You don't even know me."

"Then strip. I'll even keep my boxers on."

"How magnanimous of you."

"Come on, Delaney," he says. "You know you can't use big words like that around me. I'm a dumb biker."

"Hah." I laugh because that's bullshit. Gaige might be a biker, and maybe he's more mechanically than book inclined, but he's not stupid. "Fuck it. Fine."

"Did you just say fine, you'd fuck me?"

"Fuck it, I said. You heard me just fine. Fuck it. Fuck it." I pull my shirt over my head. "Keep your boxers on and I'll come in."

"Naked?"

"No, not naked, jackass." I unbutton my jeans and slide them down my legs. "You better be right about nobody coming out here."