survived it just fine.
“You saved my ass, and all over that dick-wiener Alex.”
“You’re welcome,” I smirk, watching the road and thinking about that afternoon thirteen years ago…
Booze cruisin’, hanging out the windows, drinking and causing hell. A sober driver at the wheel gives the rest of us carte blanche to act like damn fools, and fools we were.
Zac shoots me a bemused smirk through the rearview mirror when Row and me hit the high notes of some ridiculous country song playing on the radio, singing in the back seat like we’re in a concert hall with air guitars and hairbrush mics. I’m caught for a minute looking back at his handsome face. I’m the luckiest girl in the world.
Row grabs my hand and grins like an idiot as Zac rounds the corner to the lake. “Alex is here,” she hollers over the roar of engine and the beat of the music.
“I can see that.” I can’t stop the smile that forms for my love drunk friend. Alex, her new crush, is here with the rest of our friends. Wearing her sexiest summer dress, Row went all out, doing her hair just right and applying the most alluring shade of gloss she owns. She looks damn pretty, even though I have no clue how she’s gonna swim or sweat dressed like that.
Wearing my cutoffs and tank over my bathing suit, I hop out of the truck as soon as Zac throws it into park, Row following me and damn near falling out on her face.
It all happens in slow motion.
Alex raises a hand and waves, but it’s not at Row like she assumes. Waving back she smiles, until two very horrible things happen simultaneously. First, she raises her arm and the tampon she stuffed into her bra comes tumbling out and onto the ground. Second, she realizes Alex isn’t waving at her, but at the guys behind her.
Both of us look down at the offensive little nuisance; a bright pink wrapper covered in purple flowers. Row’s cheeks start to erupt into a red tint saved for only the most embarrassing moments. The wave can be overlooked, but the tampon will stick.
I do the only thing a friend can do. I dive on it like a fucking grenade, hoping to save her from some of the embarrassment.
“Fuck,” I mutter, scooping up the tampon. Everyone is watching me. Row’s mortified, the guys are amused and ready to give me shit, and Zac—Zac looks happy.
Stuffing the plastic tube into my pocket, I shrug. “I’m a bloody mess.” Everyone laughs, Row included, but her laugh is filled with grateful relief.
“Thank you!” she mouths. Smiling, I shrug again. What are friends for?
Zac walks up behind me and throws an arm around my shoulders. “Not worried I’ll make fun of you for the tampon?” he teases, pulling me into his side.
“Do you even want to see me naked again?” I ask him. His face sobers immediately.
“Got it.”
Walking towards the lake, Row following after Alex and Zac wrapped around me, he leans down and kisses my temple. “You’re a damn good friend, babe, and that shit makes me love your wild heart even more.”
~~~~~~
“Where are the guys?” I ask Row, flipping over to my back. It’s safe to assume there are guys coming. Where Row goes, they all go.
On the dock, the boat is moored and the ice chest is full of cold drinks. Soaking in the sun, I let myself relax, feeling the warm rays heat me to the bone.
“They’re workin’,” she mumbles from under a baseball hat. “But they’ll be here.”
“So, you and Justin, huh?” I tease. I noticed the little sideways glances and soft smiles she was giving him at the football game. There was always something there, and it only seems to be getting stronger.
Removing the hat, she snorts and flops over on her stomach. Crossing her arms, she tucks them under her chin. “Me and Justin are nothin’.”
“Then why are we here?” We could be soaking up just as much sun at her parents’ backyard pool as we are here. We didn’t have to make the thirty-minute trip into the woods and up to the dam to catch the
“You saved my ass, and all over that dick-wiener Alex.”
“You’re welcome,” I smirk, watching the road and thinking about that afternoon thirteen years ago…
Booze cruisin’, hanging out the windows, drinking and causing hell. A sober driver at the wheel gives the rest of us carte blanche to act like damn fools, and fools we were.
Zac shoots me a bemused smirk through the rearview mirror when Row and me hit the high notes of some ridiculous country song playing on the radio, singing in the back seat like we’re in a concert hall with air guitars and hairbrush mics. I’m caught for a minute looking back at his handsome face. I’m the luckiest girl in the world.
Row grabs my hand and grins like an idiot as Zac rounds the corner to the lake. “Alex is here,” she hollers over the roar of engine and the beat of the music.
“I can see that.” I can’t stop the smile that forms for my love drunk friend. Alex, her new crush, is here with the rest of our friends. Wearing her sexiest summer dress, Row went all out, doing her hair just right and applying the most alluring shade of gloss she owns. She looks damn pretty, even though I have no clue how she’s gonna swim or sweat dressed like that.
Wearing my cutoffs and tank over my bathing suit, I hop out of the truck as soon as Zac throws it into park, Row following me and damn near falling out on her face.
It all happens in slow motion.
Alex raises a hand and waves, but it’s not at Row like she assumes. Waving back she smiles, until two very horrible things happen simultaneously. First, she raises her arm and the tampon she stuffed into her bra comes tumbling out and onto the ground. Second, she realizes Alex isn’t waving at her, but at the guys behind her.
Both of us look down at the offensive little nuisance; a bright pink wrapper covered in purple flowers. Row’s cheeks start to erupt into a red tint saved for only the most embarrassing moments. The wave can be overlooked, but the tampon will stick.
I do the only thing a friend can do. I dive on it like a fucking grenade, hoping to save her from some of the embarrassment.
“Fuck,” I mutter, scooping up the tampon. Everyone is watching me. Row’s mortified, the guys are amused and ready to give me shit, and Zac—Zac looks happy.
Stuffing the plastic tube into my pocket, I shrug. “I’m a bloody mess.” Everyone laughs, Row included, but her laugh is filled with grateful relief.
“Thank you!” she mouths. Smiling, I shrug again. What are friends for?
Zac walks up behind me and throws an arm around my shoulders. “Not worried I’ll make fun of you for the tampon?” he teases, pulling me into his side.
“Do you even want to see me naked again?” I ask him. His face sobers immediately.
“Got it.”
Walking towards the lake, Row following after Alex and Zac wrapped around me, he leans down and kisses my temple. “You’re a damn good friend, babe, and that shit makes me love your wild heart even more.”
~~~~~~
“Where are the guys?” I ask Row, flipping over to my back. It’s safe to assume there are guys coming. Where Row goes, they all go.
On the dock, the boat is moored and the ice chest is full of cold drinks. Soaking in the sun, I let myself relax, feeling the warm rays heat me to the bone.
“They’re workin’,” she mumbles from under a baseball hat. “But they’ll be here.”
“So, you and Justin, huh?” I tease. I noticed the little sideways glances and soft smiles she was giving him at the football game. There was always something there, and it only seems to be getting stronger.
Removing the hat, she snorts and flops over on her stomach. Crossing her arms, she tucks them under her chin. “Me and Justin are nothin’.”
“Then why are we here?” We could be soaking up just as much sun at her parents’ backyard pool as we are here. We didn’t have to make the thirty-minute trip into the woods and up to the dam to catch the
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