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She yelled and I rushed to her side, trying to grab the offending hose.
Fighting through the dredge of water, my clothes stuck to my skin, fully soaked through. By the time I got the faucet closed, the powder and most of the butter was gone from Madison’s face, and she was fully drenched. Her mop of red hair stuck to her face and neck, dripping down her shoulders.
“Are you alright?” I asked, trying to hold back a laugh.
She pushed back her hair, picking at a few stubborn strands stuck to her cheeks. “I think so.”
“Are you going to apologize for getting me all wet?”
She raised an eyebrow. “I thought you said not to apologize.”
“Ah, yer learning. I guess then I shouldn’t apologize for this either,” I said, slowly creeping my hands along the faucet.
“For what?”
I grabbed the hose again, turning on the faucet and lightly spraying her.
Which might have been either my best or worst idea.
Her eyes widened and now the apron was sticking to her like a second skin.
“Oh, it’s on!” She squealed, jumping forward and grabbing the hose for herself.
Our fingers interlocked around the hose’s neck, fighting for the trickle of water as it bounced off the sink, splashing both of us. She giggled as our bodies tangled together, pushing to grab the flimsy metal between us.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d laughed so much with anyone. And with every slip of her body falling into mine, I found myself craving the closeness, craving her.
Forgetting where we were, I dropped my hands from the hose and grabbed her slippery waist, pulling her body flush with mine before I did what I should have done long ago and crashed my lips to hers.
I wasn’t sure how she’d respond. But then she wrapped her arms around my neck and her tongue met mine in a delicious dance. The kiss turned frantic. I needed to taste her. To feel her. To forget everything else and just get lost in her.
My hands moved from her waist up her sides, my hands dragging over the wet material of her dress and behind the soaked apron. I circled her breasts with my fingertips. Her nipples pebbled through the thin fabric of her top, and she gasped into my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip.
This was wrong.
I knew we shouldn’t be doing this.
Here and now. Or ever.
But with Madison, everything somehow seemed right.
Her kisses turned desperate, her mouth continuing to search mine as she threaded her fingers through my hair, pulling us as close as we could be with our clothes still on.
I hesitated with my hand splayed on her thigh, wondering if I should keep going. If it was better to stop this all together.
Shite.
I brushed my lips to her neck. She smelled like goddarn sunshine and frosting sugar and I could have gotten lost in her forever.
Forever?
I needed to douse some water on this situation.
“Coming through,” a voice yelled.
I dropped my hands quickly as Madison jerked away.
Magan Vernon has been living off of reader tears since she wrote her first short story in 2004. She now spends her time killing off fictional characters, pretending to plot while she really just watches Netflix, and she tries to do this all while her two young children run amok around her Texas ranch.
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Magan Vernon has been living off of reader tears since she wrote her first short story in 2004. She now spends her time killing off fictional characters, pretending to plot while she really just watches Netflix, and she tries to do this all while her two young children run amok around her Texas ranch.
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