Ronnie was slower to join him. From the middle of the river, Jim watched Ronnie get undressed. He’d seen most of the scars before. He didn’t care about those. But silhouetted in the darkening sky, the sculptured lines of the body he’d earned while in service stole Jim’s breath.
Ronnie was beautiful. Now, then, and always.
Anxious to get Ronnie in the water, Jim called out, “Any time this century, man!”
As he laid his shorts over the rock he’d been sitting on, Ronnie flipped him off.
Jim laughed and splashed water in his direction, though it made it nowhere near the shore. “You’re just afraid I’ll outswim you again.”