Watergirl by Whicker Juliann

Author:Whicker, Juliann [Whicker, Juliann]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2013-08-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 26

He leaned against the door while I stood there, feeling more idiotic than usual. It was his bedroom, I realized. If I’d thought about it at all, which I hadn’t, at least much, I would have expected his room to be clean and cold like him, but instead it was a mess of laundry and books strewn around.

He put his hands on his waistband and began pushing his black swim shorts down, over his hips.

“Wait,” I said, gripping his large hands in mine. “You don’t have to do this. I mean, obviously, this is really personal and I don’t think you’re wearing anything under those shorts. I can’t handle that much nudity. Okay? I don’t want to insult you by freaking out, but I’ve never seen a naked guy, and I’m already pretty much freaking out.”

“I actually noticed,” he said with the faint smile that was probably genuine. “Hand me that towel. Would my towel covered body be too much for you?”

For someone with a disability, he really acted cocky. It was probably the chiseled cheekbones that made him such a jerk. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the towel, relieved when he didn’t try to take anything off until he had it firmly tied around his narrow waist, narrow waist and exercise video abs, with arms and shoulders that looked capable of anything. I forced my eyes back to his face where he was shaking his head at me. Right. We all knew he was hot; I had to get over it.

“This is it,” he said, turning to the side. The stretch of skin from his waist ended at three rows of slits where his skin should have been. I forgot about hotness as I slide my hand over the silky skin to touch the line, gasping when it opened and closed, fluttering like a butterfly, or something else insanely cool.

“It’s like a gill,” I whispered as I traced the lines with my fingers, feeling my breath catch in my throat as they ruffled under my hand.

“Very like, in fact, identical. Would you like to see the matching set?” I stared at him, leaving my fingers on his ‘gills’, feeling light-headed and dizzy.

“Matching set? Of gills?”

He sighed and pulled my hands to the other hip, placing it over his other ‘gills’, where they pulsed under my hand. My fingers accidentally slipped inside one of the gaps. I blinked as I felt the soft warmth and sliminess coat my fingers. I jerked my hand back.

“I’m sorry. Did that hurt?”

He didn’t answer right away. I couldn’t see his face because mine was right up to his muscular chest, so close that I could see the golden hairs sprinkled across the chest, with my hands on his naked hips and nothing but a towel, a towel that as far as I could see had nothing holding it up but me where I leaned against him.

“It’s just weird,” he said.

I almost laughed at that. Like me touching his gills was weirder for him than me.

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