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and pointed
to it. “So, where you up to?”
    “Edward and
Bella have just arrived at the baseball field,” he replied, going
to his drawers and grabbing a pair of black shorts. “I’m just gonna
go put these on. You need to get a swimsuit on or something?” he
asked, heading towards his bathroom.
    “No, I’ve
already got mine on,” I answered, shrugging.
    “Oh yeah? What
would have happened if I’d said I didn’t want to go?” he asked,
raising his eyebrows.
    I shrugged
easily. “I would’ve taken Dean. He was obviously feeling left out
earlier. He wouldn’t turn me down,” I joked, smiling at him.
    He laughed and
shook his head. “I wouldn’t turn you down either.” He smiled and
then disappeared into the bathroom.
    I sat on his
bed and grabbed the book just for something to do. He had his page
marked so I flicked it open and a photo fell out that he was using
as a bookmark. I turned it over to look at it. It was of him and
four other guys. He had his arm around a blond guy next to him;
they were all grinning and laughing, but that wasn’t the reason why
I couldn’t look away from it.
    All five of
them were dressed in black SWAT uniforms. Ashton had a huge gun
hanging off his shoulder and another smaller gun strapped to this
side. He looked so sexy that my mouth actually started to water and
my body started to get hot all over. I couldn’t drag my eyes away
from his smiling face in the photo, he looked so happy. I silently
wondered who the other guys were and if they were close. The
uniform was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
    “Hey, don’t
lose my page.”
    I jumped a
mile, shoving the photo back into the book and snapping it shut. I
hadn’t even heard him come back into the room because I was too
busy perving on his photo. “Er yeah right, I won’t.” I dropped the
book quickly, praying I wasn’t blushing.
    “You ready to
go then?” he asked, folding two towels and putting them under his
arm.
    “Yep. Did you
want to take a row boat over to the floating dock?” I asked as we
walked through the house.
    “Sounds good.
Let’s stop and get snacks first,” he suggested, rubbing his flat
stomach in a small circle. His hand closed around mine as we walked
and I looked down at it, unsure what to think or feel. His plan was
to hold hands a little each day so that I’d get used to it before
we went to school, but I hadn’t expected it to actually work. But
with his warm hand wrapped around mine, I realised that I actually
quite liked the feel of it.
    After a quick
stop in the kitchen to grab several packs of cookies and chips,
some fruit and a couple of bottles of water, I led him through the
vast grounds and over to the little jetty around the back of my
parents’ property.
    “Which one do
you want to take?” I questioned, nodding at the row boats that were
tied there. They were all the same, just painted different
colours.
    “How about
blue, that’s my favourite colour,” he said and I smiled as he
climbed into the boat, setting down the bag of food he’d insisted
on carrying.
    When he turned
back to help me, I scoffed and knocked his hand away. “I’m not some
damsel that needs everything doing for her,” I muttered, shaking my
head as I jumped lightly into the boat.
    He sighed
dramatically and sat down. “Right I forgot, Little Miss
Independent.” He rolled his eyes, smiling at me.
    I grinned and
grabbed the oars, starting to row in the general direction of the
floating dock. “You can row back,” I offered, chuckling at his
disgruntled expression.
    “You’re not
letting me be very romantic,” he grumbled, crossing his arms in
mock annoyance.
    “Why the hell
would you want to be romantic?” I asked, laughing.
    “Well, I’m not
making a very good impression on our first date, am I?” he replied,
pouting.
    Oh my God,
date? He doesn’t think this is an actual date, does he? “This
isn’t a date,” I said quietly.
    He laughed.
“Yeah, it kinda is. You are my