They’d eaten lunch and talked. Nothing heavy or serious, just general chit-chat you undertook on any date. Their first date had been a success, even if he said so himself, and he was sure Vee would agree if asked. Not that he planned to. He didn’t want to disrupt the peace between them. She’d opened up and told him about her house. He listened, but got most of his pleasure from sitting with her. Her skin glowed where the sun kissed it. A sprinkling of freckles stood out across the bridge of her nose and Brent wanted to play join-the-dots with his lips. Heat pooled in his groin, his pants growing snug over the erection forming. He needed to cool down and take his mind off kissing her or he’d be in trouble. “I think a dip is in order.” His voice sounded rougher – deeper – than normal. “But we’ve not long eaten. You’ll get a cramp.” “That’s an old wives’ tale.” And even if it wasn’t, he didn’t care right now. Brent pushed his chair back and twisted to the side to hide the evidence of his arousal.
