Chapter 15

He found me less than a minute later when he stepped into the backyard wearing nothing more than a skimpy pair of shorts and Nike tennis shoes with Ralph Lauren booty socks. I smiled upon his arrival, counted his bare abs on his sweaty, lower torso, admired that spot of dark treasure hair that lingered from the base of his navel and dove directly into the V-area of his tight crotch. Tacoma’s pecs were hard and round, glistening in the afternoon sun. Thick thighs moved as he approached and walked into the gazebo and stood approximately three feet away from me. He planted his hands on his firm hips and stated at me. “I’ve been looking for you for over the past five minutes.”

It had been less than a minute since the car door in the distance slammed closed, but whatever. I laughed at him. “Nothing like a summer’s game of hide-and-seek, huh?”

“It’s an obnoxious house. Far too big.”

“Yes. And you love it, right?”

“Yes. I do. It’s a big lake house. We could play hide-and-seek for days.”