After (The After Series)

Wait, so he thought I would come out here and take all my clothes off and
swim with him? My insides stir and I get warm thinking about being naked in the
water with Hardin. What is he doing to me? I have never, ever had these types of
thoughts before him.
“I am not swimming in my underwear, you creep.” I sit on the soft grass. “I’ll
just watch,” I tell him.
He frowns. Now only in his boxer briefs, the black material is tight against his
body. This is the second time I have seen him shirtless and he looks even better
here, under the open sky.
“You’re no fun. And you’re missing out,” he says flatly. And jumps into the
water.
I keep my eyes on the grass and pluck a few blades out, playing with them
between my fingers. I hear Hardin call, “The water is warm, Tess!” from the
stream. From my spot on the grass, I can see the drops of water falling from his
now-black hair. He is smiling as he pushes his soaked hair back and wipes his
face off with one hand.
For a moment I find myself wishing I was someone else, someone braver.
Like Steph. If I was Steph, I would strip down and jump into the warm water

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with Hardin. I would splash around and climb up the bank just to jump back and
soak him. I would be fun and carefree.
But I’m not Steph. I’m Tessa.
“This is one beyond-boring friendship so far . . .” Hardin exclaims and swims
closer to the bank. I roll my eyes and he chuckles. “At least take your shoes off
and put your feet in. It feels amazing and pretty soon it will be too cold to swim
in.”
Putting my feet in wouldn’t be so bad. So I take my shoes off and roll my
jeans up enough to dip my feet over the edge and into the water. Hardin was
right, the water is warm and clear. I wiggle my toes and can’t help but smile.
“It’s nice, isn’t it?” he asks, and I can’t help but nod. “So just come in.”
I shake my head and he splashes me with the water. I scoot back and scowl at
him.
“If you come in the water, I will answer one of your always-intrusive
questions. Any question that you want, but only one,” he warns.
Curiosity gets the best of me and I tilt my head in concentration. There are so
many mysteries about him, and here’s a chance to maybe solve one of them.
“This offer expires in one minute,” he says and slips beneath the water. I can
see his long body swimming under the clear water. It does look like fun, and
Hardin drives a hard bargain. He knows just how to use my curiosity against me.
“Tessa,” he says after his head pops back up above the surface, “stop
overthinking everything, and just jump in.”
“I don’t have anything to wear. If I jump in in my clothes, I will have to walk
back to the car and ride back soaked,” I whine. I almost want to get in the water.
Okay, I know I do.
“Wear my shirt,” he offers, which shocks me, so I wait a second for him to tell
me he was joking, but he doesn’t. “Go on, just wear my shirt. It will be long
enough for you to wear in here and you can keep your bra and panties on, if you
wish,” he says with a smile. I take his advice and stop thinking.
“Fine, but turn around and do not look at me while I am changing—I mean
it!” I try my best to be intimidating, but he just laughs. He turns around and faces
the opposite direction, so I lift my shirt over my head and grab his as quickly as I
can. Slipping it on, I can tell he was right, since it reaches down to the middle of
my thighs. I can’t help but admire the way his shirt smells, like faint cologne
mixed with a smell I can only describe as Hardin.
“Hurry the hell up or I will turn around,” he says, and I wish I had a stick to
throw at his head. I unbutton my jeans and step out of them. Folding my jeans
and shirt neatly, I put them next to my shoes on the grass. Hardin turns around
and I tug at the bottom of his black T-shirt, trying to pull it as far as it will go.

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His eyes widen and I watch them rake down my body. He takes his lip ring
between his teeth and I notice his cheeks flush. He must be cold, because I know
it couldn’t possibly be me he is reacting to.
“Um . . . come in the water, yeah?” he says, his voice raspier than usual. I nod
and walk slowly to the bank. “Just jump in!”
“I am! I am!” I yell nervously, and he laughs.
“Get a little running start.”
“Okay.” I step back a little and start to run. I feel foolish, but I am not letting
my tendency to overthink ruin this. As I reach my last stride, I look at the water
and stop with my feet right on the edge.
“Oh come on! You were off to such a good start!” His head falls back in
laughter, and he looks adorable.