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"Water Bottles and the Dangers of Hiking"

. . .

"How the hell did you convince me to hike all the way up here?" Daisy panted, swiping a hanky across her sweaty brow.

"I used my natural charm and wit," Swirl joked, stopping in the middle of the path and reaching into his backpack to pass Daisy her water bottle.

"Don't forget your natural sex appeal," Daisy muttered, eyeing her boyfriend appreciatively as he took a swig from his own water bottle. Swirl had always been a cute boy, but at the age of seventeen he was stunning. Daisy swore he was the only person who could be gross and sweaty and look amazingly hot all at the same time.

"So, I take it you're not enjoying yourself," Swirl said, more than a little disappointed. He had invited her to come on a short hike to help him find a unique species of frog for a science project. The search had been a bit more difficult than he had expected. They weren't lost, per se — he just didn't know where they were.

"Well, besides being lost," Daisy made sure to emphasize the word, "hungry, and hot as hell, I'm having a grand 'ole time."

"You certainly are hot as hell," Swirl muttered under his breath, catching a glimpse of her stomach as she stretched her arms up to fan herself. He'd swear that she was the only person on the planet who could be gross and sweaty, but incredibly beautiful at the same time.

"Of course, I wouldn't be hungry if a certain somebody hadn't assumed we'd be home before lunch," she said.

Swirl rolled his eyes and took another drink from his water bottle. She'd been making smug comments like this for the last few hours.

"And we would have been home before lunch if that certain somebody knew the area half as well as he claimed to at the start of the trip."

Swirl's jaw tightened minutely.

"Or if that certain somebody had brought a map," she tacked on.

He gritted his teeth.

"And I wouldn't be dying of heat if a certain somebody had actually checked the weather report before we left the house."

"Bella?"

"Yes?"

"You're hot?"

"Duh."

"Then this should help." Swirl lifted his bottle and squirted Daisy with a splash of water.

She squealed loudly as the cool liquid hit her chest. "Oh my God, I can not believe you did that!" she shouted, genuinely angry. "I was just telling the truth!"

Swirl was too busy laughing to retort. The look on Daisy's face had been priceless and totally worth the reprimand.

"Ugh. This is a white shirt and you can totally see my bra now!"

Swirl's laughter died out immediately as his eyes flew to her chest. Sure enough, the slightest tinge of pink could be seen through the damp fabric. It took a moment before Swirl realized that he was staring, and he quickly averted his gaze, flaunting newly reddened cheeks and chastising himself for his ungentlemanly behavior.

Daisy noted his reaction with curiosity. Swirl was an interesting character. Determined to the core to remain a virgin until they were married, he had only allowed himself to touch Daisy's chest twice (much to her dismay).

A sudden idea struck and she took on a calculated demeanor. Perhaps being lost and alone with Swirl wasn't such a bad thing.

"Actually," she said, changing her tone of voice completely, "that's not a bad idea."

Swirl couldn't take his eyes off her as she seductively pulled her beautiful hair out of her ponytail and poured her entire bottle of water over her head and down her t-shirt.

"Look at that," Daisy said, glancing down at her soaked shirt. "It wasn't as hard to cool off as I thought it would be."

Oh, it was hard all right.