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time it was different. Abigail turned her back as she hurriedly peeled off her T-shirt and jeans, glad for the cover of darkness.
    As always, he was the first to dive in. She quickly followed, the shock of the cold water against her sweaty skin causing her to cry out, a cry that ricocheted against the quarry walls and sent Vaughn splashing his way toward her, hooting in laughter as he attempted to dunk her. They wrestled briefly underwater, his limbs slippery against hers, his hand grazing her breast at one point, before they surfaced with breathless whoops. It was too cold to stay in for very long, and minutes later they were stroking their way toward the rocks, Vaughn scrambling onto a wide, flat boulder, then grabbing her by the wrist and hauling her up alongside him.
    She stretched out on her stomach, soaking up the warmth of the boulder, which had retained some of the day’s heat. She was shivering, and her flesh felt shrink-wrapped from the goose bumps that covered every inch of her. “Ooof! I don’t remember the water being this cold!” she exclaimed.
    â€œThat’s because we never went skinny-dipping at night.”
    Vaughn lay on his back, his fingers laced behind his head, gazing up at the starry sky. Extremes in temperature didn’t bother him as they did most people; he was like a wild animal that way, adapting to changes in climate with the ease of a creature naturally suited to the outdoors.
    â€œI wouldn’t exactly call this skinny-dipping.” She brought her head up, propping her chin on her folded arms to peer at him. A three-quarter moon shone overhead, casting a glow that turned the boulder on which they lay the dirty white of a salt lick. She could see the braided muscles in his arms and chest, glistening with droplets of moisture. His briefs clung to him like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. She quickly averted her gaze, but not quickly enough. The humid night air grew warmer, and she felt the tightness of her goose-pimply flesh ease.
    He laughed. “You say that like there’s something wrong with it.”
    â€œNo. All I meant was, we’re not little kids anymore. I’m a little old to be parading around in my bra and panties.” She cringed inwardly as soon as the words were out. Oh, God. Why was she drawing attention to the fact? Why didn’t she just shut up about it?
    â€œSo I’ve noticed.”
    He rolled onto his side so that he was facing her, lifting himself onto one elbow. The moonlight reflecting off the water made his face appear to shimmer. His eyes, normally a pale, almost unearthly shade of blue, were as dark as the surrounding shadows. She felt a sense of gathering momentum, though neither of them had moved so much as a muscle. Even the air was as still as a held breath.
    When he leaned in to gently kiss her on the lips, it caught her by surprise nonetheless. She drew back with a sharp intake of breath. “Why’d you do that?” She’d fantasized about it often enough, but now that it was happening, she didn’t trust it: Suppose he was only fooling around, the way boys were known to do? (Not that she’d had much experience in that department, having been on a grand total of two dates before now.) Suppose it meant nothing more to him than scratching an itch? The thought was unbearable.
    He didn’t help matters by answering, with a shrug, “I don’t know. I just felt like it, is all.”
    â€œYou’re still doing it,” she said hoarsely as he nuzzled her cheek, toying with a damp lock of her hair. Heat traveled through her like a fire through pitch pine. She could feel the feather movement of his lips all the way down in her crotch, where the wet fabric of her panties clung.
    â€œDo you want me to stop?” he murmured, nibbling on her ear.
    Abigail didn’t answer. What was there to say? I’ll die if you don’t stop, and I’ll die if you do . Death from