“Wow,” Logan says, letting out a breath. Wow is right. Water cascades down a jumble of rocks, pouring into a large pool. Greenery hugs the dark rocks that surround the water.
We’ve been hiking for what feels like hours. I’m hot, sweaty, and desperately thirsty. Drinking this morning and then going on a difficult hike was not a good idea. Logan takes the backpack off, and we find a flat rock to sit on.
“How you doing?” he asks, handing me a water bottle.
“Do I look rough or something?”
He laughs. “Do you really want me to answer that?”
“Shut up, jerk.” I twist the cap off the water and drink half the bottle. “That feels better. And now I’m ready for a nap.” Logan is sitting close next to me, and putting my head on his shoulder sounds like a good idea. Though I would probably fall asleep for sure that way.
“There’s a good chance my dad is going to try and steal you away after the rehearsal tonight,” I warn Logan.
“Why would he—oh, right. I almost forgot we’re pretending. It doesn’t feel like we are.” He sets his water bottle down and gets up, pulling his shirt over his head before I have a chance to even process what he just said. The muscles in his back flex and he brings his arm down, dropping it down. “You coming?” he asks as he heads toward the water. I take another big drink and put the cap back on, standing and shimmying out of my shorts. I pull my shirt over my head, tossing it on the rock with our other clothes.
Logan’s already waist-deep by the time I get to the water. It’s cool but feels amazing since I’m so sweaty.
“This really is paradise.” Logan swims forward before plunging under the water.
“It is.” I’m slow going down into the water, knowing getting my breasts in the cold water is going to be the worst part. I should just grit my teeth and dive in too. I ease in and then chicken out, standing back up.
And then Logan grabs my arm, pulling me toward him and into the water. He laughs as he floats onto his back, bringing me with him. The cold water shocks me, and I hook my arms around his shoulders. He stands up, spinning me around, and then plunges back into the water.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
My heart is in my throat. “Yeah, it does.”
The water feels good.
Logan feels even better, and now I’m feeling confused because my heart and my head are crossing paths. I’ve been pretending Logan is my fiancé. Acting like we’re a happy, loving couple.
But other than talking about a wedding that’s not going to happen, things really don’t seem that different between us.
Except this…having Logan’s arms around me. I’m wearing a bright yellow bikini and he has on swim trunks. My skin is against his, and I’m all too aware of the thin layer of material that separates his cock from me.
“I could stay here all day.” Keeping one arm around Logan’s neck, I extend the other out and run my fingers along the surface of the water.
“Me too. But I want more food.”
“There’s supposed to be a farm truck not far from where we parked. Or at least that’s what I read online.”
“That sounds familiar. I might have watched a few YouTube videos about the whole Road to Hana drive.”
I bring my other arm back in and rest my hand on Logan’s shoulder. My heart hasn’t stopped hammering since he pulled me into the water.
“You’re so thorough.”
“I like to have all my bases covered.”
Dammit. Why does everything sound so sexual right now? I drop my eyes to Logan’s chest and fight the temptation to bring my body closer and get a feel of his cock through his swim trunks. I’ve seen him in sweatpants, athletic shorts, and pajama pants. And while I told myself I shouldn’t steal glances, I have.
I so have, and I’ll just say I won’t be disappointed.
“Want to do that rope swing?” Logan asks as he moves his hand from my waist to the small of my back. I’m hot all over again despite the cold water. Does he even know what he’s doing to me? He has to…right?
We’re not walking the line of really good friends anymore. His hands are on me. My hands are on him. My mind is on his cock, and I want that cock—fuck. I need to fucking stop.
“I’m the type of person who would slip and fall. But yeah, let’s do it!”
Logan laughs and makes no attempt to let me go. “Just hold on and let go when I tell you to. You’ll be fine.”
“I don’t have much upper body strength,” I say seriously. “Are you sure I’ll be able to hold on long enough to swing out past the point of falling to my death?”