July 30th
Be Normal
That morning, Michonne and Rick quietly slipped away, ensuring they left before anyone woke up, free from interruptions, questions, or glaring ex-girlfriends.
An hour and a half hike under the summer sun, heading up to the waterfall. Michonne had been so eager to see it since discovering the trip's location.
The trek was less challenging than both of them expected. Michonne felt a wave of relief as she had packed her hiking bag a bit too heavy.
Noticing the slight strain in her movements, Rick offered to trade his much lighter pack for hers, but she politely declined, determined to carry her bag.
To her surprise, Rick had been more talkative than she anticipated. She wasn't sure if it was the outdoors or just the day, but every step seemed to trigger a memory of his parents. He shared little anecdotes about his parents a grin on his face, and it was nice to see him so animated.
It was unusual for him to open up about his family; she could often sense he wanted to but held back. Not today, though.
He walked backward, facing her, with a wide smile and she found herself mirroring his expression.
Despite how painful this day may have been for him, his face didn't wear it.
Gosh, that smile.
It was as if a switch had flipped since last night; everything about him seemed more vibrant.
Out of nowhere, she found herself captivated by his cute little canines when he beamed. And those sideburns she used to poke fun at? They somehow suited him now.
It was odd, but she found it hard to hold his gaze like she usually did. Instead, her eyes flitted around his face, landing on his forehead, nose, chin, and lips. No matter how hard she tried, they always seemed to drift back to his lips.
She couldn't help but notice as he turned back, catching a glimpse of Rick's well-defined calf while they trudged up the slope. A spiral of thoughts warming her insides and simultaneously making her want to throw herself down the inclined path.
When they arrived, they were greeted by the roaring sounds of water cascading down into the clear and reflective pool. The waterfall was impressive in height, yet it felt cozy, surrounded by trees and rocks that framed the scene perfectly.
"Looks like we've got the house to ourselves," Rick said playfully winking, glancing around in surprise at their solitude.
Even though she didn't find it particularly funny, her laughter burst out louder than she expected, echoing off the rocks, causing her to cringe slightly when he wasn't looking.
Rick turned to her, gesturing toward a three stemmed birch trees that offered just the right amount of shade from the sun.
…
Michonne couldn't help but notice the rhythm of Rick's breathing. It had slowed down, and her gaze kept drifting to his stomach, watching it rise and fall. A calming rhythm that almost matched the sounds of water cascading down.
They had taken a break from the chilly water, and Michonne found a comfortable spot leaning against the sturdy trunk of the tree. Beside her, Rick was sprawled out on the beach towel, his hands tucked behind his head, eyes closed.
He was so close that she could feel the damp strands of his hair brushing against her thigh.
The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting playful patterns on his face, which made his features look softer. He was kissed by the sun, his cheeks faintly pink, sprinkled with a few freckles.
In just a few days, he had managed to catch a bit of colour from all the time he had spent soaking up the sun.
For lack of a better word, he looked pretty.
Oh god, her mind was jumping to words like pretty faster than she could filter them out.
"Why did you stop reading?" Rick asked softly, cracking one eye at a time open to look at Michonne.
"I thought you dozed off," Michonne lied, but what else could she say? There was no way she was going to admit that she got sidetracked by how pretty he looked.
"Almost got there, can't deny it," he replied with a warm smile. "The last time someone read to me, other than a teacher, was my mom," he added.
"Yeah?" Michonne allowed
"Yeah, she was an English teacher. I was reading before most kids even knew the alphabet," he reminisced, a sparkle in his eye. "She read to me every night, even when I pretended I was too old for it. I can still picture it clearly—my head on her lap, her fingers in my hair, as she read me Charlotte's Web."
He paused for a moment as if his mind was taking him back to that exact moment.
"Most of the memories with my parents feel made up or like I dreamt them, but that one, I'm sure of" he added, a warm smile spreading across his lips.
Michonne set the book down for a moment, patting her lap.
Rick glanced up at her, his eyes silently asking, "Are you sure?" She simply nodded, reassuring him.
He shifted closer, resting his head on her lap and gazing up at her. Michonne quickly picked up her book again, her other hand finding its way into Rick's damp hair, gently massaging his scalp.
As she read aloud, she noticed Rick's eyes fluttering shut. For a fleeting moment, she thought she caught a glimpse of moisture in his eyes.
She recognized the intimacy of the moment, but no matter how she felt, her friendship with him came first. She would have done the same for any of her friends.
…
"Marco," Michonne called out with her eyes shut and her hands stretched before her, searching for him in the murky depths of the pool of water.
"Polo," came the familiar reply.
"Marco," she repeated louder attempting to compete with the roar of the waterfall.
"Polo" he answered again, his voice echoing around them
As she extended her arm, her fingers brushed against Rick's shoulder.
When she finally opened her eyes, she was startled to find their faces mere inches apart, their lips almost grazing.
"Sorry," she murmured, a hint of embarrassment creeping into her voice.
"It's alright" he replied so close she could feel the warmth of his breath against her lips.
They held each other's gaze, if anyone was around, it would have been uncomfortably long. Her hand lingered on his shoulder, the warmth of his body sending a jolt through her, both comforting and overwhelming.
Her eyes fluttered away from his, unable to hold any longer. She peered down to his dark blue swim trunks. Her eyes lingered just a heartbeat longer than she intended. A fleeting thought teased her with the possibilities hidden beneath the fabric.
"Michonne…" Rick said softly, pulling her gaze back to his face.
"Yeah…" she replied, her eyes wide, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights.
"It's my turn," he said, bringing her back into reality.
"Yeah sorry," she said slightly shaking herself out of her daze and removing her hand from his shoulder.
He didn't move. His eye traced her face, examining her like she was under a microscope.
"Can you stop looking at me" Michonne attempted to joke.
"Nah," he said, shaking his head with a grin.
She rolled her eyes and, with a mischievous grin, splashed water at him with her hands. He was quick to respond, sending waves of water back her way.
He paused his splashing, but Michonne wasn't done. As he stepped closer, she kept the playful assault going.
In a sudden move, he caught both of her wrists, holding her in place.
"You do realize I could easily break free from this, right?" Michonne said, her expression daring him to try to keep her there.
"I'm aware," he replied, his tone teasingly confident.
She pretended to make a break for it, leaning to one side, but before she could dart away, he pulled her in tightly. He let go of her wrists and enveloped her in a warm embrace, resting her against his chest.
For a moment, she was paralyzed, caught in the whirlwind of emotions, her hands lingering at her sides, unable to return the hug, yet she found herself softening in his grasp.
And there they stood, bathed in sunlight, Rick holding her close amidst the shimmering water.
Breaking the stillness, Rick smirked and declared, "I won."
Michonne pushed herself out of his arms, rolling her eyes in an attempt to regain her composure. She felt a wave of relief that her skin tone masked her embarrassment; otherwise, she would have been as red as a ripe tomato.
…
By the time they got back to the campsite, six hours had somehow slipped by in a blur.
Shane and Sasha welcomed them back with bright smiles, Sasha comfortably settled on Shane's lap at the picnic table. Meanwhile, the rest of their friends were down enjoying, making the most of their final full day at the site
The new couple had stayed behind, bleary-eyed and nursing the remnants of a hangover. Michonne couldn't suppress a playful eye roll at the thought.
On any other day, she would have playfully chided her sister, but today was different. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, her heart was still fluttering from the day spent with Rick.
Who with a contented sigh, grabbed their bags and made his way to the tent, ready to indulge in a well-deserved nap.
Meanwhile, Michonne settled at the picnic table with Shane and Sasha. She could feel Sasha's gaze piercing through her, a look of suspicion etched on her face.
"What?" Michonne asked, feeling a bit taken aback
"You seem… happy?" Sasha probed, her tone mostly accusatory.
"Is it a crime to be happy?" Michonne shot back, a hint of defiance in her voice.
"Depends… what went on between you and Rick at that waterfall?" Sasha continued, her eyes narrowing.
Michonne shot a glance at Shane, silently questioning, "Can you believe this girl?"
"Hey, don't look at me; I'm on her side," Shane replied, raising his hands in mock surrender.
"I don't know what you two are on about?" Michonne said, her brow furrowing.
" Before I could even see your faces I could hear you two laughing and giggling. Arrived smiling ear to ear the both of ya." Shane said
"Exactly, Babe," Sasha chimed in, planting a kiss on his head like a reward for building her case.
Michonne let out an exasperated sigh.
Sasha leaned in closer to Michonne, her curiosity bubbling over "Ou fè sèks?"
"That's not fair, you're leaving me out! "Shane said in a playful pouty voice
Sasha patted him on the back." Learn Creole then." With that, she turned her full attention back to Michonne, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
" Come on, just tell me," Sasha urged in Creole, her hands mimicking a clock ticking faster.
"Honestly, nothing happened. Rick and I just had a good day," Michonne replied in Creole, her tone light but guarded.
Sasha narrowed her eyes, clearly not convinced by Michonne's words.
Shane's eyes were on her trying to decipher the conversation through body language.
"I heard Rick's name, y'all talking shit," Shane asked
"Babe, with all my love, shut up," Sasha replied, rolling her eyes affectionately.
"I swear, I won't breathe a word to anyone, I promise," Sasha added in Creole, her gaze shifting back to Michonne.
"Honestly, nothing happened. The most thrilling thing we shared today was a hug, I'm afraid," Michonne replied in Creole.
"A hug..." Sasha echoed in Creole, her expression revealing her letdown.
"Well, I have something to admit," Michonne said in Creole, her voice dropping to a whisper.
Sasha's eyes lit up with curiosity. "What is it?" she asked in English, causing Shane to shoot her a questioning look.
"Um, I think... no, I'm pretty sure, that I have feelings for Rick," Michonne confessed in Creole, her head resting on the picnic table, a mix of shame and uncertainty washing over her.
"I knew it" Sasha exclaimed in Creole, nudging Shane's shoulder with glee.
"What? What? Did they hook up?" Shane inquired, his brows furrowing in confusion.
Sasha turned to him. "Clearly not, sweetheart. And seriously, either pick up some Creole or just sit this one out, all with love, of course," she replied, her tone light and teasing.
"Mean," Shane replied, a hint of mock offence in his tone.
Sasha leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, are you going to tell him? Or have you already? Are you two going to start dating now?" she prodded, her excitement unmistakable.
Michonne lifted her head, her expression serious, shook her head vehemently. "No, no, and no… he can never know. I don't want to jeopardize our friendship," she insisted in Creole, her voice laced with concern.
Sasha raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "So what's your grand plan? Just pretend you don't have feelings for him and hope they magically disappear?" she asked, her words flowing in Creole.
"Exactly that," Michonne replied, a dreamy smile gracing her lips as if she truly believed it would work.
Sasha couldn't help but chuckle, shaking her head. "Good luck with that," she said, switching back to English, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm.
….
She could hardly catch her breath, her stomach aching from all the laughter. Rick had cracked a joke that wasn't even that hilarious, but the way everything unfolded after that—especially when her beer came out her nose —had them doubled over in giggles for a solid minute.
She exhaled trying to catch her breath the two of them finally calming down.
"Can you believe no one noticed that?" Rick chuckled, dabbing at the tears of laughter that had formed in his eyes.
"Right?" Michonne said a grin plaster on her face.
For the third consecutive night, their group had gathered around the crackling fire, a lively mix of games, chatter, and drinks filling the air.
Rick and Michonne found themselves a bit off to the side, wrapped up in their little bubble, but still glancing over at the gang now and then.
They were both feeling the effects of the drinks. After the gang returned from the lake and Rick finally shook off his nap, the party kicked off right away. Shane had rallied everyone, insisting it was their last night there and they had to make it unforgettable.
The night air was cooler than it had been on previous evenings, and Rick had generously offered his hoodie to Michonne. She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or something else, but being wrapped in his scent felt almost dreamy.
Wearing his hoodie was nice, but she found herself wanting more—like walking over to him, nestling her face in the crook of his neck, and taking a whiff of him.
Be normal
She reminded herself to keep it cool, to ignore the urge to breathe in the essence of her best friend.
All she needed to do was push down any feelings she had for him, and everything would be alright. After all, suppressing those feelings shouldn't be too difficult; she was raised Catholic.
But maybe she wasn't doing such a great job at it, considering her eyes were glued to him.
"What?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"Am I not allowed to look at you?" she replied, pretending to be offended.
"Of course, you can," he chuckled, "but you've been a little spaced out today," He added
"Well, Grimes, I am tipsy," she pointed out
" Fair," he said, raising his beer to his lips. " You need water?" softened expression of concern etched on his face.
"I'm fine. Stop being so considerate all the time," Michonne teased, but deep down, it annoyed her how considerate he was.
How could she possibly push aside her feelings for someone who was so genuinely thoughtful?
"I'm not, I can be a real prick sometimes just ask Lori," he joked.
As he said her name, Michonne was quick to glance over at the brunette. She could tell Lori had been watching them all evening, catching her a few times.
"I know I'm being a bit of a hypocrite here, but you should really try to keep things civil. You don't have to be overly nice, just don't let her get under your skin," Michonne advised, her voice dripping with understanding.
"See, I knew you'd say that! That's why I tried to listen to her yesterday and look how that went," Rick replied, a hint of frustration in his tone.
"Yeah, what was that about?" Michonne inquired.
For a brief moment, Michonne wondered if her interest was purely as a friend or if there was something more behind it. But she quickly brushed that thought aside, deciding she was just being a concerned friend.
"At first, she was really sorry for how she acted, which was…nice. Then she started grilling me about our plans for the hike and why it was just the two of us. She even asked if she, Glenn, and Maggie could join. When I told her no, she totally lost it, making wild accusations about me trying to ask you to be my girlfriend, and that's why I wanted some alone time with you."
"Oh… why would she think that?" Michonne replied, intrigued.
"She thinks I'm trying to get back at her. She believes I'd only invite you on this trip because I'm trying to get back at her. Ask my new boo thang out on the same trip I asked her out." Rick said rolling his eyes
"Well, that's silly. Sasha was the one who invited me, and why would you ask me out on the same trip you asked your ex-girlfriend?" Michonne pointed out.
"Exactly! If I were going to ask you out, it would be in a completely different setting. Something more romantic." he replied with a playful wink, just to drive the point home. "I'm not a one-trick pony," Rick added, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Oh really, Mr. Casanova?" Michonne shot back, trying to keep her thoughts from spiralling.
"Yeah," he replied, a cocky grin spreading across his face, radiating a charm that was hard to ignore.
"Oh please," Michonne said, giving him a playful side eye.
"I'm dead serious; I would sweep you off your feet," Rick insisted, leaning back with confidence.
"You would sweep me off my feet?" Michonne asked, a smile creeping onto her face as she struggled to take him seriously.
"Exactly that," he answered, sinking deeper into his chair, spreading his legs with a confidence she never expected from him.
"How so?" Michonne pressed, intrigued.
"I could show you better than I could tell you" he drawled, his voice low and inviting, dripping with masculinity.
Shit Shit Shit Michonne screamed internally as she gulped down her beer, completely at a loss for words or a witty retort.
"I'll be back!" Michonne said louder than she anticipated, leaping to her feet. "Sasha…" she said pointing to her sister, unable to get the rest of the sentence out.
Rick nodded, but Michonne couldn't decipher his expression. Was he aware of how deeply his teasing had struck her?
He had to be joking, right?
She went to Sasha, who was shotgunning a beer with Rosita and Shane. This was a new development: Since when did her sister shot gun beer? Since when did her sister like beer, period?
It took some serious coaxing to pull Sasha away from the lively crowd, her tipsy state making it a challenge as she tried to persuade Michonne to join the fun.
Finally, they stumbled far enough away from the noise, and Sasha collapsed onto the ground. Earlier twilight afforded them enough light for them to be able to still see each other.
"What's up" Sasha asked a sparkle of sincerity in her eye.
In a chaotic rush, Michonne paced back and forth unleashing her tangled thoughts about how completely unnerved she was by this unexpected crush on Rick. Maybe she hadn't developed it overnight, maybe she'd liked him for ages and just hadn't realized it. How could she not notice? It felt like her mind was spiralling, and suddenly, every interaction with Rick sent her heart racing, making her second-guess every word he uttered. She loathed it; Rick was the one person she could be completely herself with, no filters, no worries.
She finally took a breath, realizing she had been talking for a while without taking a breath.
" Are you done?" Sasha asked with a her eyebrows raise
"I guess ?" Michonne said sitting down next to Sasha.
"First off, it's just a crush. Michonne, take a breath. You always go overboard whenever you start liking someone; you can never just chill about it," Sasha said, trying to help her sister find some calm.
"Pfft, I'm totally chill about it," Michonne shot back, a hint of defiance in her voice.
"Remember that time you had a crush on Siddiq in eighth grade? You thought you'd developed an anxiety disorder overnight just because you felt butterflies for the first time. You've never been chill about love," Sasha said, both of them bursting into laughter at the memory.
"First of all, I'm not in love, and you might be right about my lack of chill," Michonne admitted, feeling her tension ease.
"Of course I am, I'm always right. But seriously, don't stress. Take a cue from me and just go with the flow. You don't have to marry him or even date him; it's perfectly fine to just have a crush. Plus, crushes make life a lot more exciting," Sasha encouraged.
"Thanks, Sasha…" Michonne said earnestly, wrapping her arms around her sister in a quick side hug.
"Anytime! Now, can I get back to enjoying my drink with my incredibly hot boyfriend?" Sasha asked, a playful glint in her eye.
With a nod from Michonne, Sasha sprang up and dashed back to the group. From her spot, Michonne watched as Sasha leaped into Shane's arms, their embrace filled with the kind of joy that made it seem like they hadn't seen each other in ages. She couldn't help but roll her eyes, a smile creeping onto her face.
Sasha did have a point; she was spiralling into a whirlwind of thoughts. It was time to take a breath and let life unfold as it would. If she had a crush on Rick, then maybe it was okay to just embrace those feelings.
As she made her way back to her seat, Michonne saw Rick engaged in conversation with a slightly tipsy Lori. Crouched beside him, Lori had her hand resting on his chest, leaning in and whispering in his ear. His body language hinted a resistance to her touch. Michonne could sense that he was making an effort to be cordial, or perhaps "neutral" was a more fitting description.
He gently moved Lori's hand away, a subtle act of restraint that Michonne recognized. She could sense the tension brewing beneath the surface; Rick was on the verge of saying something that could start a back-and-forth between them.
Just as he opened his mouth, he finally noticed Michonne walking over.
Michonne saw a flicker of something in Rick's gaze—a mix of apology and a silent call for help conveyed through a lopsided half-smile that spoke volumes.
With a purposeful stride, Michonne approached, clearing her throat. Lori's gaze darted up, disappointment shadowing her features.
"Are you ready for that walk?" Michonne asked, doing her best to pull Rick away from her.
As if saved by the bell, Rick jolted up, eager to get out of there.
…
They planned to stroll for a few minutes, feigning a casual walk before retreating to their cozy spot by the fire. But with a flashlight in hand and two beers to share, they found themselves wandering further, eventually arriving at the lake.
Rick set the flashlight down, its beam flickering across the water's surface as they stood shoulder to shoulder, shoes left behind, their feet splashing in the cool lake.
"Wanna take a dip?" Rick asked, a playful grin spreading across his face.
Michonne shot him a look that clearly conveyed her disbelief. "Right now?"
"Why not?" he replied, tilting his beer bottle back.
"I don't have my swimsuit, and it's dark," Michonne countered.
"That's what the flashlight's for," he said, gesturing to the light resting on the ground.
"What about my swimsuit?" she challenged, raising an eyebrow.
"You wearing a bra?" Rick asked
"I fail to see how that's relevant," Michonne replied, slightly taken aback by his boldness.
Rick chuckled. "Relax, I was just going to mention that a bikini top is pretty much the same as a bra."
"No way am I getting my only bra soaked," Michonne insisted firmly.
They lingered in silence for a moment, Michonne cataloging all the reasons she couldn't possibly get in the water. Frustrated with her excuses, Rick set his beer down, and the sound of his zipper made Michonne quickly avert her gaze. He declared that he was going into the water, with or without her.
Stealing glances from the corner of her eye, Michonne felt her heart race a little faster as she watched him strip down to his boxers.
By the time she finally turned to face him, he was already wading into the water, the water lapping at his waist, the flashlight casting a warm glow on his features.
"Fuck, that's freezing," he called out.
"Is that your way of convincing me?" Michonne shot back.
"Don't let me be the only one to suffer," Rick pleaded, a playful desperation in his voice.
She glanced up at the stars, contemplating her life choices before shrugging off Rick's hoodie, revealing her white tank top. He cheered, and she fought to hide a smile, shaking her head.
"Hold on, with that flashlight on you, it's like you're in a spotlight. Put on a show!" Rick shouted from the water.
"Shut up," she laughed, unable to contain her amusement.
"No fun" he called out, feigning disappointment.
"You're already trying to drag me into this frigid lake; don't push your luck," she teased back.
With a playful flick of her hair, Michonne turned away, pulling her tank top off. Just before she tossed it aside, she glanced over her shoulder, giving him a cheeky wink like a showgirl on stage, then let the shirt fall to the ground.
Rick couldn't help but let out a loud whistle, fingers in his mouth, trying to get her attention. She laughed, her head thrown back, a hint of shyness creeping in.
As she moved to take off her pants, Rick began to mimic a jazzy hi-hat beat. She matched his rhythm, sliding her pants down with a playful flair. Once they were off, she twirled them around, her energy infectious as he cheered her on.
Without a moment's hesitation, she dashed into the water, eager for the shock of the cold to hit her all at once.
"Not bad right?" Rick ask
"Not bad my ass! This water is freezing" she retorted, wrapping her arms around herself as she approached him.
Rick urged her to submerge completely, promising that he would join her in the plunge. She eyed him skeptically, convinced he was trying to pull a fast one. But with a playful determination, she grabbed his hands as he counted down from three, and together they dove beneath the surface.
The initial shock of the cold water sent a jolt through them, but soon they found themselves drifting a little deeper, their heads bobbing in gentle movement of the water.
"You had a good day?" Michonne asked, her tone genuine.
"All things considered… it was a good day," Rick replied a hint of warmth in his voice.
"Good," Michonne said, her smile brightening the moment.
They swam around each other in an awkward dance of prolonged eye contact, exchanging What's challenging the other to say something neither would say.
As Michonne looked up at the sky, a smile crept onto her face. She pondered if they were always going to be like this around each other, a dance that would continue for years.
After what felt like an eternity of swimming in circles, their eyes locked in a steady gaze, they finally began to move out of the water. Michonne took the lead, with Rick following closely behind. She could feel his gaze on her, a steady presence that made her glance back at him every few steps. His eyes travelled from her thighs to her face, and she responded with a shy smile.
As the gentle waves lapped at their ankles, she glanced over to him, a question forming on her lips. It was then she noticed just how close he had moved, the air between them charged with an unexpected tension.
His eyes were now heavy and low, typical for when he was tipsy, but there was a spark of something deeper, something that had always lingered beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to emerge.
He took a step forward, narrowing the distance that had felt both safe and suffocating.
"Can I kiss you?" The words tumbled out, surprising both him and Michonne.
Her brows knitted together, softening her expression. "What?" she breathed, her voice a soft whisper as she looked up at him, wide-eyed.
"I want to kiss you, Michonne; it's something I've wanted for a long time," Rick confessed, his tone low and charged with emotion.
His hands hovered uncertainly, aching to close the distance that felt like an invisible barrier between them.
"…Rick…" Michonne murmured, trying to convince herself that this would be a mistake. "Friends don't kiss…" Her voice faltered, her breath quickening, drawing Rick's attention to the rise and fall of her chest.
There was a fire in his eyes, a longing that made Michonne feel an overwhelming urge to flee, to escape this moment that felt too intense, too real.
He glanced at her lips, a desire in his gaze that was foreign to her, something she had never witnessed before.
"Michonne, can I kiss-" But before he could finish, she leaned in, pressing her lips against his, silencing his words.
As she pulled away, she caught the look of astonishment on his face. Her mind screamed for her to retreat, but before she could process it, his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer as their lips met once more.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, deepening the kiss, her tongue exploring his.
He let out little moans that almost sounded like relief as if her lips were the remedy for some tension he had been holding.
She searched for a reason to stop, but her thoughts faded as they sank into the water. The chill of the water barely touched them, but they were oblivious to it.
Positioned above him, her legs framed his body, her chest pressed intimately against his. She trailed her lips from his mouth to the sensitive curve of his neck, savouring the taste of him. His hands roamed eager to touch her, tracing every inch of her body before gripping the wet fabric of her underwear, pulling her closer, craving her warmth.
A/N: Making out in cold lake water is crazy but to each their own lol. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. :)