Pool Girl by Cassie Mint

Author:Cassie Mint [Cassie Mint]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary Romance, age gap
Publisher: Black Cherry Publishing
Published: 2021-06-17T04:00:00+00:00

Seven

Elsie

For five days, I watch for him.

For five days, I go down to the pool after dinner and find he’s not there. I wait, for hours and hours, until the sun goes down and the air cools my heated skin.

Nothing.

Tanner. The rugged caretaker, with his limp and his scars and his hot, roaming hands. The man who devoured me like a starving man, then disappeared into the night like some ancient spirit.

He’s gone.

Gone.

“Maybe he’s away visiting relatives. Or on a fishing trip. Maybe he got hit by a bus—”

I hold a palm up, stopping Olivia in her tracks. My sister means well, but that’s not a comforting thought at all.

“Don’t. Please.” I flop back against my deck chair, crammed in next to hers on our balcony. “Don’t even say it.”

“Okay,” she murmurs. “Sorry. There’s no way that happened, anyway. And even if it did, let’s face it, the bus would come off worse—”

“Liv.” I fix my sister with a glare. “Please. Enough.”

I don’t mean to be grumpy, but even after he left me like that, still feeling him between my legs, I can’t bear the thought of Tanner being hurt. And every evening that he doesn’t show at the pool… I wonder.

What if something happened to him?

Or… what if it didn’t? What if he just regrets it, plain as that?

I don’t regret it. I wrap my arms around my waist and squeeze, peering out over the rooftops. Tanner touched me like I was his only lifeline. Like he’d die if he couldn’t get close enough.

I’ll never regret it.

Late at night, when I’m all alone and wrapped up in my threadbare sheets, my body aches with the memory of him. There are handprints on me, under my skin, and when I close my eyes, I imagine them glowing with moonlight. These aren’t bruises—not like the delicious marks he left on my shoulder and hips. The ones I matched my own fingertips to, shivering with the reminder of his touch.

No. These are something deeper.

I’m his.

I’m Tanner’s.

But maybe he doesn’t want me after all. I huff and pick at my nails, my sister chattering on beside me.

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