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16| 𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘯

/𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥/

𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

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When I walked outside in an oversized t-shirt with nothing but my black bikini underneath I thought about doing an Irish jig out of there. The only person at the edge of the dock, where the crystal blue water of the lake started, was Alexander.

He took off his black shirt, his muscles rippling with each movement. Left in simple red trunk shorts, Alexander turned around and I felt my heart stop.

How the hell was he in such good shape?

My eyes ran over his toned chest and eight pack and then-

What the hell was he packing?

That had to be a sock.

I shook myself out of my thoughts and walked over, trying to not seem distracted. I placed my towel down and looked out at the water, trying to ignore his movements. A cool breeze went by and I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

Suddenly, I was picked up and I glared at Alexander, struggling in his grip.

"Let me go!"

"Okay."

Wait.

He threw me into the water and I was fully submerged, my body shocked at how cold it was. I quickly kicked up to the surface, the weight of my shirt making it difficult, but I made it and took in a large gulp of air.

Shivering, I scowled at Alexander who only smirked at me before diving in himself. I coughed and tried to swim away from him but the shirt was dragging me down. Reluctantly, I submerged myself and I quickly slipped it off.

I threw it onto the dock and it barely caught the edge.

I watched it dangle, helplessly.

Close enough.

I continued the mission of swimming away from him but I felt his strong arms wrap around my waist. He broke through the surface and used a hand to brush his hair away before flipping me around and holding me close to him.

"Got ya," he whispered in my ear.

He's so warm.

The realization made me want to cuddle into him and never let go.

My pulse quickened and I felt an ootz in my stomach. A good feeling washed over me and I felt excited but calm at the same time. I had no idea how to actually describe it, other than saying it just felt nice.

He felt nice.

He felt right, even.

His large hands gently caress my thighs and he made a move to wrap my legs around his waist, but he stopped before actually doing it. I tensed and a slight buzz of anticipation whirled through me.

"This okay with you, Corey?"

He soothingly rubbed circles on my hips and I relaxed a little, nodding my head, "yes."

Alexander wrapped my legs around his waist and I looked down. He was tall enough to stand in the water and not drown. He held me up and my hands rested on his shoulders.

Still rubbing circles on my thighs, dangerously close to the waistband of my bottoms, his hands moved back and down a little so they were still on my hips, but closer to my butt. I folded my arms behind his neck, enjoying the close proximity.