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skin, electrifying everything in contact.
    “He needs to get laid,” Finley says.
    “Or he just was, ” I counter.
    Maybe he fucked one of those girls the night before. Screwed her in the car or in his parent’s basement. Wherever these kids sneak around. Whatever happened, he’s like a flame and I’m a suicidal moth.
    I shoot out of my chair and jump in the water, attempting to cool myself off. It doesn’t work , so I swim to the other side and climb out at the ladder next to the guard chair. He’s next to the stand, bouncing a volley ball against the deck. I pass him, lightly, ‘accidentally’ brushing against his shoulder.
    I continue walking toward the shelter, back around the corner where the kid s sneak cigarettes and make out, looking to take a breather. I’m barely out of sight when he rounds the corner, closing in. He places one arm over my head, palm pressed flat against the building. I don’t dare look at his face. But like a woman possessed, I lift a hand and touch his chest and it’s as hard as it looks. Something grazes my leg and god, his chest isn’t the only thing that’s hard.
    This time he makes the first move, covering my mouth with his. He pushes his tongue inside and my knees go weak. Then I remember. I’m the one in control here. I’m older and wiser and more experienced. I stand up straight and smash my bikini-clad boobs into his chest and bite down on his lip. Then, to top it off, I slip the tips of my fingers under the edge of his trunks, feeling the soft hair between his navel and cock.
    His hips jerk and he breaks away from me, a glazed over look on his face. I run my nails over this chest, catching one of his dark brown nipples in the process.
    “Uh,” he sputters and disappears around the corner. I enter the pool deck just in time to see a huge splash from the dee p end. The thought enters my mind again and this time I know it’s true. It’s already started. I’m going to ruin this kid.
     

 
    Chapter 11
    The next day I’m waiting outside the bathhouse for Harper when I feel him behind me. He’s so big I feel like a shadow passes over me, eclipsing everything else. I hold my position for a beat because I’ve already made a fool of myself more than once and I’ve got to handle this carefully.
    “Hey,” he says. He’s close enough for me to feel his breath on my neck.
    I turn and his eyes are on my chest. I feel the heat rising off my own body. “Hi.”
    He’s so pretty. All I want to d o is run my hands over his flawless skin. “So,” he starts, “I get off work at nine tonight.”
    “Okay.” I’m wondering if he’s just telling me this or if this is way of asking me out. I have mixed feelings on the asking me out part. Where do you go with an eighteen-year-old? Bars are out. Lame clubs he can get into are also out. Would he take me to the Dairy Queen or Taco Bell? Can we even go out in public? I don’t think so.
    “We could meet up , maybe, when I’m finished,” he suggests. I don’t think his eyes have left my boobs yet. I shift slightly to the right and sure enough, he never loses contact. This is my fault, though, I’m wearing the stringiest bikini. On purpose.
    “Maybe.” I try to restrain the smile spreading across my mouth.
    I feel a tug on my hand and we both look down. Claire stands below to me with her bathing suit twisted around her neck. Carter and I burst out laughing. “Hey, let’s go fix that,” I offer, pushing her back into the changing room. Before I go in, I feel a finger hook in the string of my bottoms.
    “ Here. 9:15.” he says. I fight the thrill creeping up my body from his simple touch.  He’s thought this out.  I consider he may not be as inexperienced as we suspected.
    “I’ll be here.”
     

 
    Chapter 12
     
    The best thing about eighteen-year-old boys is they would rather kiss than talk. They’re infatuated with boobs and all you have to do is barely graze the spot above their hip and below their stomach,