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waterproof picnic basket from beneath a blanket in the backseat. So not what I was expecting.
    He comes to my side of the station wagon and grabs me by the hand. “My canoe is over here.”
    I walk behind him to the dock and see a beached canoe tilted over on the shore. He flips it right side up and grabs the two paddles beneath it.
    “You were planning this for awhile, huh?” I ask.
    “The past three days.”
    “Oh.”
    He hands me the paddle and pulls the boat to the edge of the water. He drops the picnic basket in the middle and points to the bow. “Well, hop in.”
    I slide off my shoes and stow them next to the picnic basket. Then I hop in the front of the canoe and look back at him. He’s staring at me so hard that my pulse speeds up. “Are you okay?”
    “Yep. Just admiring the view.”
    Okay, then. I am s o screwed.
    I open my mouth to volley back, but I’ve got nothing. Literally. My throat is dry and I can’t think of one thing to say. He chuckles and pushes the canoe off the shore, hopping into the stern at the last second.
    We paddle to the center of the lake and he points out a family of loons. Then we get in a discussion about the impact of motorized boats on the ecosystem of the lake. And for a second, it’s good and we’re like we’ve always been. And I think maybe all of the subtext of this past summer will fade away. He steers us toward a small island and helps me out of the canoe. The way his fingers skim my hips makes my breath catch. He lets his hands linger too long and by the time he’s setting the basket on the ground, I’m so warm and flustered I can’t speak.
    “Why are you doing this?” I whisper.
    He looks right into my eyes , and I can’t tear my gaze away. “Because you’re worth it.”
    Three steps. It takes three steps for him to get to me. To stand in front of me raw with every emotion on his face. My breath comes in shallow gasps and my brain is too crowded with all the wanting.
    He releases a shaky breath of his own and cups my face in his rough hands. “Can I?”
    I bite my lip and nod. Then his mouth is covering mine and I open for him and suck on his tongue , and he tastes like all the deliciousness of summer in one incredibly sexy package.
    He lifts me and my legs wrap around him. I’m whimpering because it’s not enough. His mouth isn’t enough. It’s been too long with too much ache , and now I want all of him. He lowers me down and presses himself on top of me. And just when I finally feel his hardness and arch up into him, he drags his mouth away and looks at me.
    “Kay-Kay,” he says in between breaths. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
    I nod. “Are you?”
    “God yes. From the moment I saw you this summer. I can’t stay away. You’ve got me. For whatever you want. For however long. I’m yours.”
    I tug his head down and slide my hands up the back of his shirt. “I want all of it,” I whisper before kissing him, deep and hard with all the things I’ve been feeling for the past seven weeks.
    Then everything in my brain fades as we become a tangle of arms and legs and clothes and sweat and all the questions seem to have the same answer: yes, yes, yes.
     
     
    I can’t stop touching my face on the ride home. It’s covered in razor burn. Only the biggest fool wouldn’t know what I’ve been up to. Alex keeps staring at me like I’m some sort of endangered animal , and I finally turn to him.
    “What?”
    “Why do you want me?”
    “What?”
    “Why did you choose me at the beginning of the summer? There’s lots of counselors at the boys’ camp. You’re gorgeous. You could probably have your pick.”
    My face breaks into a huge grin. “You think I’m gorgeous?”
    “I’ve told you so from the beginning.”
    “Yeah, but it’s still nice to hear after you’ve seen all of me.” I can’t hide my blush so I look at my hands in my lap.
    He chuckles. “Yeah. I’d say you’re even more gorgeous now.”
    “Thanks.”
    “So. Why