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"You have a cellphone?" I smile at her, "You've been holding out on me." She sets it back down on the counter. I walk over to her and pick it up and turn it around for a selfie. She looks at me, confused. I program my number into it and hand it back to her.

"Call me sometime." I wink and walk back around the island.

She walks into the bedroom and comes out wearing a swimsuit, leaving nothing to the imagination.

"I'm going to the beach. Wanna come?" How the hell could I say no to her?

"Lead the way." I follow her out the door, and she practically skips down the road dragging me by the hand. She looks happy and carefree. The second her toes hit the sand, she’s sprinting, still pulling me in tow. We hit the water, and she is wrestling with me, dead set on getting me soaked. This playful side of her makes me feel like I am a teenager again. She finally realizes I will win this war and concedes, running out of the water, and stands there with her arms crossed. Her neon pink high waisted bikini flushes flawlessly against her skin, and I can't help but imagine her thighs wrapped around my neck. I can feel myself growing from the thought.

"You just going to stand there, gawking?" This attitude she gives me sets me on fire. I walk straight to her and pull her lips to mine, soft and subtle, because I will lay her down and fuck her on this beach if not. I think about how she hasn't told me much about herself, and I can already picture her being a mother to my kids, so I want to know some things, even if they are simple.

"Let's play a game," I tell her as I grab her hand, and we take off walking.

"I don't find the jigsaw thing attractive, Judson." I laugh out loud, not many people can make me laugh, but she is on a whole different level tonight.

"I will ask you a question, and you answer them," I tell her.

"That doesn't sound fun. What do I get in return?"

"Ok, a gift per answer." I'll come up with something.

"Sounds fair." She holds out her hand to shake mine, confirming the deal.

"You don't trust me?" I grab her hand and raise an eyebrow.

"I don't know yet." She pushes her hair behind her ear. That's fair. I guess.

"What is your favorite food?"

"Mexican. You?" I didn't plan on returning answers.

"Lasagna, pretty much anything Italian."

"Candy?" This may be my most important question, for when I fuck up and need to apologize.

"Gas Station candy or Fancy candy?"

"Didn't think of that, both I guess."

"Gas Station is Hershey's Cookies & Cream. When you need to impress me, Godiva."

I make a mental note and think of what else would be beneficial to know.

"So that is two gifts." Damn, she is good. She is enjoying this, making me pay for her answers. Her emerald green eyes look at me, and I know I'm willing to give her anything she wants, which is dangerous.

"What do you do when you are bored?"

"I like to read." She's smart and artistic, so reading makes sense.

"What do you like to read?"

"Anything really, but I really like poetry. I like how deep it is, how a few words can sum up an entire slew of emotions."

"Who is your favorite poet?"

"Damn, that's hard!" She slaps my arm. "Sylvia Plath. No! Definitely, Atticus."

"Who's that?" She raises an eyebrow and gives me a look.


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