Page 37 of Everything I Crave
“Okay, how about these?” I pull out a pair of destroyed denim shorts, “and this shirt?” I pull out my favorite hot pink flowy t-shirt.
“Perfect. And wear those wedges with the straw bottom,” Scarlett adds.
I place my phone on the bed while I get dressed before walking to the mirror with the girls and showing them my reflection.
“Oh, that’s perfect.” Lacey and Scarlett nod at Addy’s approval.
“Ok. Gotta go do makeup. Love you, bye!” I hang up as they all yell out inappropriate advice for later.
I’m in the bathroom doing my makeup when Gunnar appears in the doorway. His reflection shows his eyes roaming over my body, settling on my ass, confirming I’ve chosen the right outfit.
When his eyes finally meet mine, he asks, “Where do you keep bathing suits?”
“Why?”
He heaves a deep sigh, and shakes his head at my sheer stubbornness. “Just answer me.”
“I can get one when I’m done, why do I need one?”
“Where. Are. They?” he reiterates.
“Top drawer. Left side.” I roll my eyes at his equally stubborn ass, he thinks I’m bad but he can give me a run for my money any day.
He takes off and I decide to go light on the makeup if he is planning something with water.
Fuck. I hate surprises. The only thing that makes me feel a little vindicated is the lacey sets next to my bathing suits. The tease he unknowingly forced upon himself is going to be worth it.
Me:He’s picking out a bathing suit. . . why does this date now involve swimming?
Lacey:The lake? He is friends with Porter. Maybe he sold out he and Addy’s spot.
Addy:Porter would never. What about the waterfall?
Scarlett:That’s a risky hike back in the dark. Maybe you’re going to the river near the waterfall?
Me:You guys are no help. There’s too many options. Maybe my wedges aren’t a good idea.
Scarlett:Just pack some flat sandals in your bag.
“Stop freaking out and let’s go, just trust me,” Gunnar yells.
“Well, if I knew where I was going I could be better prepared and wouldn’t be freaking out.” I walk out into the kitchen to grab my purse. He’s standing by the door with a backpack and his arms crossed.
I follow him out to the truck, where he opens the door for me. “What if I said I won’t get in until you tell me the plan?”
“Get in the truck.” He nods to my seat.
“No.” I cross my arms defiantly.
“Will you, for once in your damn life, just do as you're told, darling?” He invades my space, pushing me further into the truck until I hit the edge of the passenger seat.
His hands reach under me, gripping my ass and pulling me up onto the seat. He swings my legs into the truck, shuts the door, leaving me stunned from his closeness.
Once he's in the driver's side, he reaches over the console and squeezes my thigh with his free hand while he drives to our destination. Damn, is there anything sexier?
“So, are we going swimming at the lake?”
He smirks at me. “We’ll see what the night brings.”