it meant nothing.
Now he was on his bike, headed for the beach, and trying to ignore the longing that he felt for more of her touch.
Johnny didn't know what the hell had happened to him. But wrong or not, he didn't want it to stop.
***
“It's beautiful,” she exclaimed as she ran towards the water.
The moon sat not far above the ocean and gave it a glow that Bethany had never seen before. Probably because she'd never been there at night before. It was almost breathtaking.
She was trying hard to ignore the rapid beat of her heart. The ache in her loins. The yearning that was screaming inside her. It'd been harder than she thought to ride on that bike with him.
“Yes it is,” Johnny agreed.
Bethany wished he were talking about her. Was it possible that he felt the same thing she did? That bike ride had been crazy. The feel of him. The electricity between them. Could he not feel the chemistry? She longed for more of it.
The water felt warm against her skin. Almost inviting.
“Too bad we didn't bring suits,” she mentioned, realizing she had the urge to jump in.
“I don't need one,” he answered, and within a couple of seconds she watched as he jumped in the water in his clothes.
***
Her laughter filled the night and his heart at the same time. Standing ankle deep in the water, she was trying to decide if she was going to do what he'd just done.
The shadows of doubt faded from her eyes and they were bright with excitement as she ran towards Johnny in the water. His breathing all but stopped. Bethany's skin was glowing in the moonlight. Her smile was contagious. He wanted to catch her as she ran and kiss her in a way she'd probably never been kissed.
His arms reached out automatically and she landed exactly as she was supposed to. His hands braced her shoulders. Bethany turned her head to face him and stared up into his eyes with anticipation. Desire seemed to burn across her face and his body was feeling the reaction of it.
Racing thoughts sent strong urges through him. He wanted to give her what both of them wanted in that moment, but he was afraid. What if she rejected him? What if it made him wrong?
Right as she almost closed her eyes in preparation of the kiss, he lifted her by the arms and tossed her into the water, covering her head. The intention was to remove the thought of kissing her from his mind, but as she emerged it came right back. The water had formed drops along her lips and eyelashes that added to her beauty.
Not even a second passed before he had taken her head in his hands and placed his lips over hers.
***
It was quick. Simple. Almost friendly. But not friendly at all. The waves of electricity that floated through her body were overpowering. Could he feel that?
The kiss had been expected originally, but not at that moment. He'd taken her off guard. She wondered if she'd responded badly and that was why he had made it so short. Maybe he didn't like the way she kissed. Maybe he realized she wasn't that good at things like that. Hadn't had enough experience.
She was embarrassed. She'd really only been with one man. She'd dated a few, but when it came to all of that, Dan was it. He'd had to teach her a lot of things. The thought of him brought her back to reality.
He had been her husband and here she was. Standing in the water. Longing for another kiss from his best friend. What the fuck was she thinking?
All she knew was that she wanted more. Craved more. Needed more. But she was holding back. She was afraid of strangling the progress they'd made. So she didn't.
She just stood there. Waiting. Hoping. Terrified.
“I think we should go out.” His words brought her out of her thoughts.
“Out?” she asked.
“Out. A movie. Dinner. Something not pizza. Since we are being less boring and all.”
“Okay.” She smiled at him. “Sounds great. When?”
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Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley