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Your hand is resting on my thigh, fingers intertwined with mine underneath the table, and it's the only thing I can focus on right now.
The way your middle finger keeps circling and pressing into my knuckle in a random pattern, like a seductive Morse code, if there is such a thing. Your pinky caresses the inside of my thigh.
Somehow, you remain calm, keeping up with the conversation and eating with one hand while the other is slowly driving me crazy.
We didn't really talk on the ride back, but you dropped two quick kisses on my lips before we got out of the truck.
I'm horny and I'm confused, and it feels like my world is tilting off its axis. It's scary, but it's exciting.
Rosalie keeps giving me pointed looks, but I ignore them and focus on my food and the heat of your skin pressed against mine.
I guess you do like short blue jean skirts after all.
"Did Bella tell you we're camping out at Waylon's for my birthday next weekend?" Rose asks.
I choke on a piece of steak, and my knees squeeze together, trapping our hands momentarily.
Your reply is casual. "She did. Next weekend is Mud Dive, right?"
You know it is.
The themes down at Holes are always the same during the rainy season. The first weekend of the month being Quad Squad. ATVs only.
The second is a Mud Dive. The rules are very simple. No motors. Just people. There are various games set up like tug of war and couples racing. Mud Dive is messy and meant for the highly competitive.
Surf's Up is a lot like Quad Squad, except rigs are set up with rope and various floatation devices. Basically, mud jet-skiing. It's reckless and stupid. I haven't attended many of those.
The fourth weekend revolves around the bonfire to give the pits and dunes a break. Slung-over Hungover is aptly named because the alcohol flows like a river. Most people end up sleeping it off in their vehicles. I've seen people at the gates get sent back to the parking lot to sober up.
Security is well thought out. Whoever owns Holes is a genius.
"You should come with us. The lot Emmett rented isn't huge, but Bella has a two-man tent. I'm sure she wouldn't mind sharing." Rosalie refuses to look at me as she talks, and I can't decide if I want to melt her face with my mind or kiss her.
