I should have looked away.
I should have lied.
I should have done a lot of things other than what I did.
“Dying without really living. Leaving this world knowing that the girl who makes me want to live the most — will have to do it without me.”
Her eyes widened. “That’s a bit heavy.”
“Hey, it could be worse. I could be afraid of the water.”
“Ass.” She laughed and slowly started unclenching her hands from my arm.
“Move your legs,” I urged. “Swimming is instinctual, just move them and allow your hands to keep your head afloat.” I showed her how to tread water and then released her body from my grip.
“I’m not sinking!” she yelled and splashed around. “I’m not sinking!” Within two seconds she was plastered against me.
“Okay.” I choked as her arms wrapped around my neck. “But now I’m sinking.”
“Oh.” She pulled back and gripped the side of the pool with her hands. “That was—”
“—a total rush. Holy shit, it’s almost like we’re out here getting high.” My eyes widened in excitement.
“Thank you, Wes.” Damn, but I would never tire from those breathless lips as they said my name. “Thank you for not thinking I’m crazy.”
“Ah, we’re all a bit crazy, don’t you think?”
“Yeah.” She sighed. “Especially us.”
“I’m going to kiss you now,” I warned as my mouth collided with hers. Our tongues twisted, and I pulled her back into the water with me, floating backward as her legs wrapped around my waist. My body flared to life as her breasts pressed against my chest. Groaning in frustration, I reached for the string of her swimsuit, telling myself it was okay to be the guy I used to be, the guy that would screw her brains out without a second thought.
But I hesitated. My hand hovered over the strings as if my fingers had forgotten how to pull loose a girl’s swimsuit with one hand.
“Wes?” My dad called. “You guys out here?”
I cursed and gently pushed Kiersten away, linking my hands with hers as I yelled back. “In the pool.”
He rounded the corner and smiled, understanding washed over his face. “I, uh, hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
“Not at all,” I said too quickly.
“Right.” He chuckled. “Um, I need to talk to you about something, Wes. The school called and—” He looked behind me to Kiersten. “You know, we can talk later. Why don’t you kids get out and grab some hot coffee. I DVR’d the Thanksgiving Day Parade just in case you’d want to watch it.”
“Yes!” Kiersten shouted from behind me. “I haven’t seen the parade in years!”
“Great.” Dad smiled and gave me that knowing look, the one that said you better not screw this up with your bullshit. I smiled back, the smile every son gives to his father when he wants to remind him that he’s a grown man and not a little kid anymore.
“Let’s go.” I grabbed Kiersten’s hand and kissed it. “We can skinny dip later.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Had I lost my ever loving mind? Wes teaches me to swim, and I basically throw myself at him in his pool. Oh gosh, imagine what’s going to happen when we bungee jump, I’m probably going to try to peel his clothes off as we fall.
Kiersten
I changed and went downstairs to meet Wes, but he hadn't made it down yet. It was already one in the afternoon. Melda had everything set up for dinner at four, which meant we had a few hours to ourselves. I wasn’t kidding when I said I hadn’t watched the parade in years. I’d always watched it with my parents, and once they died it just seemed pointless. In fact, everything had seemed pointless. Weird, how it took stepping outside of my dark, selfish little world to actually see how ridiculous my behavior had been.
Pouting hadn’t brought them back.
Crying didn’t make me feel better.
Hiding in my room hadn’t made the pain go away.
But living — living had been my salvation, just like Wes. He was like my own personal life coach — only I was afraid I was falling too hard and fast to find my way back. I pushed away that thought — we liked each other, that was all that mattered. If I looked too far into the future I would over-think things. After all, I was only eighteen. I didn’t want to get married.