“Wait, that’s a thing?”
I nodded slowly. “The dorm we toured had a bathroom that connected two rooms at a time. That’s it.”
“Well, thank fuck for that.”
I giggled and captured his lips with a kiss. But guilt still crawled around in my stomach. I wanted to be able to forget about it. I wanted to erase that damn lunch from my memory. Even as I kissed him, though, the conversation was still there. In the back of my head. Like a damn virus trying to infect me.
Just keep kissing him until it goes away.
I slipped my tongue into his mouth as he held me close. We bobbed along in the water, not a care in the world given to who might see us. I moaned down the back of his throat and clung to him as he danced on his tiptoes in the water. And as our teeth clattered together, I felt him chuckling.
He slowly eased away.
“Mmm, I think someone missed me.”
I giggled. “Maybe a bit.”
He kissed my forehead. “Let me come with you next time, then?”
“Maybe. Oh! Wait.”
Clint paused. “What?”
I grinned. “I heard about a frat party worth checking out tonight.”
Michael swam over. “Sorry, did I hear someone say something about a party?”
Allison held on to his back. “Will there be drinking?”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s college. Everyone drinks.”
She frowned. “Even though they aren’t allowed to?”
Clint laughed. “You’re too cute, Ally. You know that?”
I giggled. “Come on. It’ll be fun. A college party, welcoming the freshman to campus. It should be worth a stop-off, at least. Maybe after dinner? If it sucks, we can go get ice cream or something somewhere.”
Michael smiled. “Or come back and night swim.”
Clint pointed at him. “That code for skinny dipping? I’m all about skinny dipping.”
Allison grimaced. “Count me out.”
I nodded. “Me, too. You boys can have a sausage fest while you’re naked in the pool while Allison and I watch movies on television.”
“No, no, I meant out of the party.”
We all groaned at Allison’s words.
“Come on, live a little. Have some fun,” I said.
Clint nodded. “It’s really not going to be that bad. If someone offers you a drink, just say ‘no’ and they’ll leave you alone.”
Allison shook her head. “That’s not what I see on television. People keep asking until they wear you down.”
Michael laughed. “Sweetheart, no one is going to press their good alcohol onto someone who won’t enjoy it. Trust me.”
Clint sighed. “Ain’t that the fucking truth.”