Choosing You
And I like it.
Some guy walks over and starts talking to Sabrina, so I give them a little privacy, wandering over to one of the buckets and reach in to grab a balloon. The water is ice cold, as I lift out the red liquid-filled latex, then stand up straight.
“I think that’s cheating,” someone says, as I’m testing the weight.
I look up to find Adam smiling down at me, wearing only a pair of swim trunks and a pair of slides. No shirt. It’s obvious he’s an athlete, and he knows what he looks like, smirking even wider as I drag my eyes away from his naked torso.