Halfway to the island, Andrew pulls his oar out of the water and turns to face me. It’s just the two of us in the middle of the lake. “Tell me something about yourself,” he suggests.
“Like what?”
“Your deepest secret,” Andrew says, straight-faced. “Something you’ve never told another soul.”
I look at him for a moment, trying hard to determine if he’s serious. I take it he is.
I lower my voice. “I’m actually an axe murderer,” I confide. “I run the streets at night looking for my next victim. I prey on the homeless and the weak. When they’re not looking, I pick up my axe—” I heft the paddle in my hands, “—and splat! Right in the back of the head.”
Andrew starts to laugh. I grin back. But, he keeps laughing, more and more, until I can’t tell if he’s making fun of me or merely amused.
“What?” I say. “Can’t you handle the truth?”
“Splat?” Andrew asks, wiping tears from his eyes. “Splat! That’s the sound you think an axe makes?” He breaks off, unable to contain his laughter. “That’s the sound you get when you swat a fly with a newspaper!”
I cross my arms. “I think I know the intricacies of my psychosis,” I protest.
Andrew keeps laughing. “I mean, I’m not one to argue semantics…” he grins, “…but I would have chosen something like ‘thunk’, or even ‘thud’!”
I scoop up a handful of water and splash it at him. My aim is good. It hits him right in the face. He stops cold.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to laugh at an axe murder,” I warn.
A mischievous light flickers in his eye. “No,” he says. His hands dart to the sides of the canoe. “I don’t think it is.”
Without any warning, he starts rocking the boat side to side.
I screech. “No! Andrew, don’t you dare…!”
“Dare what?” He rocks the boat harder. Water splashes everywhere. “This?”
“Yes, that!” I squeal. My heart is racing, but I can’t keep from laughing. “Stop it!”
Andrew doesn’t let up. Every rock sends us closer to tipping over. “You promise you won’t splat me in the back of the woods with your axe?”
“Yes, yes!” I promise. “Whatever you want!” I hold the sides to try to counteract Andrew’s force. Still I can’t help laughing. “Andrew, stop it!”
“All right, all right,” he relents. The boat slows and goes still.
Blood is thundering in my ears. I’ve come this close to being dropped into a lake full of icy water, and yet I can’t keep the goofy smile from my face.
“Better?” he asks.
“Much,” I say. “And if I wasn’t so worried about that pretty little hairdo of yours, I’d totally have called you out on your bluff. There’s no way you would have tipped us over.”
Andrew looks at me in a sneaky way. “Are you sure you want to try me?”
“No, no!” I backtrack.
He laughs. “Got you.”
I try to force my lips into their best impression of a scowl. It doesn’t work. I’m having way too much fun. For all I care, we can turn back right now and this would already be the best date I’ve been on in years.
And that has nothing to do with the fact that it’s the only date I’ve been on in years.
We get to the island. Andrew helps me out, then drags the canoe onto shore. He shields his eyes and looks up at the sky. “I say we’ve got another hour and a half, two hours of sunlight left,” he tells me.
“Unless it starts to rain,” I point out. I still don’t believe him, not with the cloudless sky we’ve got overhead.
“Right.” He picks one Frisbee up and tosses it into the air. “So. Frolf.”
“Frolf,” I say. “How does it work?”
“Easy. This whole island is a course. You see that tree over there?” He points to a thick spruce. “It has a blue flag tied to its trunk. That’s the first ‘hole.’ The point of the game is to hit the trunk in as few throws as possible. Like this.”
He winds back and lets the Frisbee go. It flies straight at the tree. Then a gust of wind picks it up and forces it to go about ten feet wide.
“Ouch,” I say, picking up the second Frisbee. “My turn?”
“Please.”
I position my feet in the ground. I bite my lip, take aim, and throw.
The disk flies straight and true. It bounces off the trunk, just inches from the flag.
I turn back and smile as sweetly as I can at Andrew. “So? How’d I do?”
***
The next few hours pass in a flash. Andrew and I are laughing and flirting and teasing each other the whole way through. I turn out to be more of a challenge than he thought.
The score is tied when we get to the final hole. Above us, the sky is just starting to darken.
“Well, Paige, you’ve been a worthy adversary, but now it’s time for me to pull out the big guns. I’m not holding back this time.”
“Getting a little cocky there, are we?” I ask. “All right. If you’re so confident, I think we should place a little wager on the outcome of this game.”
“Please.” Andrew lowers his head and looks at me. “I don’t want to embarrass you.”
“I’m a big girl, I can handle it.” I stick my tongue out at him. “Actually, I’m more worried about crushing your fragile ego.”
“Like that will ever happen.”
“We’ll see. What should we bet on?”
Andrew considers things for a moment. “How about this? The winner of this throw—and the whole game—decides what we do next.”
A little bit of diabolic excitement rises in me at the implication of his suggestion. It’s just the two of us on this island.
“Deal,” I agree.
“But,” Andrew continues, “we’ve got to make things a bit more interesting.”
“More interesting?” I step up to him and look into his eyes. “How?”
Andrew clears his throat. He’s not nervous, is he? “We throw at the same time,” he says. Nope. Must have been my imagination. “Standing across from each other.” He pauses. “With our eyes closed.”
I laugh and break away. “Fine.”
Andrew traces an imaginary line in the ground with his foot. “We start behind this line. Close our eyes. And throw. On the count of three. Ready? One… Two…”
“Wait!” I call out. “If I close my eyes, how do I know that you’ll do the same?”
Andrew looks hurt. “What, you don’t trust me?”
“Not when there’s a bet on the line,” I tell him with a grin.
“Fine.” He looks around, and, finding nothing, turns back to me. “Come here.”
I walk over to him.
“Turn around,” he says.
I do. When he steps close to me, so close that I can feel the heat of his body against my back, my heart starts beating faster.
“Here’s what we’ll do,” he murmurs, running his hands over my arms. I shiver slightly. “I’ll let you go first.” His voice is low and soft. “But, since I don’t trust you, and you don’t trust me, we’re going to help each other out a bit.” His hands cover my eyes. “I’m going to make sure you don’t peek. And when it’s my turn, you’ll do the same. Okay?”
“Okay,” I swallow.
“Ready?” Andrew asks.
“Hold on.” I tug his hand down. “Let me see where I’m aiming, first.”
“Take your time,” Andrew whispers. He keeps his body pressed against mine. Our hips are touching. I don’t want to go anywhere.
Is it right to enjoy his closeness so much?
I survey the ground before I nod. “Ready”
Andrew’s hands move over my eyes again. I take a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. He doesn’t have to blindfold me if he wants me to miss. He just needs to stand close.
Here goes nothing!
I pull my arm back and let the Frisbee go. I strain my ears to hear the ‘thump.’ Nothing.
Andrew whistles. “Impressive,” he says. He lets his hands fall from my face. I miss his touch already.
I open my eyes and look in the direction I threw. My Frisbee is lying right in front of the tree, touching one of the roots. “I did it!” I jump up and squeal in delight. “Hah! Take that, Andrew.”
“Pressure’s mounting,” he says. “My turn.” He turns his back to me. I reach up and cover his eyes. As I do, I catch a whiff of his aftershave. It smells good. Like an early morning’s winter frost in Salt Lake City.
I feel my heart thumping in my chest as I keep my hands over Andrew’s eyes. His body feels hard and strong against mine. I wonder if I would have this type of reaction with any guy, or just with him.
Andrew pulls his throwing arm back. My breath catches. He swings forward and lets go.
The Frisbee wobbles in the air and falls to the ground about ten feet short of the tree.
“You win,” Andrew rustles, not even looking at his throw. He turns to face me. His hands lock behind the small of my back. “Your choice, Paige.”
I look up at him. Blood is thundering in my ears. He smiles and tugs me close. My hands fall to his shoulders. “I…”
“Yes?” he asks, peering down at me. His eyes look so intense, so beautiful.
I don’t know what to say. How can I answer?
“You keep looking at me that way,” he says slowly, “And I might have to kiss you.”
That makes up my mind. “Yes,” I say. “Kiss me.”
Andrew’s mouth crashes down and covers my own. I want to gasp when I feel the warmth of his lips against mine. His hands catch my face. Mine tangle in his hair.
His tongue trails my upper lip, then meets mine. He tastes intoxicating, musky and sweet at the same time. I can feel the passion in his kiss. The raw, unadulterated desire that he harbors for me.
It’s exciting. I’ve never been kissed this way before.
Andrew lets me go.
“Wow,” I breathe.
“Yeah, wow.” He looks at me and brushes a strand of hair from my face. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”
I feel all giddy inside, so I giggle. “How long?”
“Since the moment I first saw you,” Andrew says. He picks up my hand. Our fingers twine together. “Come on.” He glances up at the darkening sky. “Let’s get back before we push our luck too far.”
Chapter Five
We’re about a quarter of the way to shore when the first raindrop hits my face.
At first, I think it’s just a splash of water from the paddle. But then the next one falls, and all of a sudden, the placid lake is being assaulted by hundreds of heavy drops from the sky.
Andrew laughs. “I guess the weatherman was right!”
A crash of thunder sounds overhead. I jump. “Shit!”
Andrew’s face turns serious. “Paddle fast!” he exclaims. “A metal canoe in the middle of a body of water makes for an easy lightning rod.”
My heart leaps to my throat. I stick the paddle in the water and row. I do it with every ounce of strength in my body.
The rain is coming down so hard that I’m soaked to the bone within minutes. Another flash of lightning brightens the sky, followed immediately by rolling thunder. Andrew’s face is a picture of grim determination. “Row!”
I swallow my fear and row with everything I’ve got. I dip my paddle in, drag it, and pull it out. Dip, drag, pull. Dip, drag, pull.
I’m so focused on the motion that I’m caught completely off guard when our canoe bumps the shoreline. Andrew jumps out, splashing through the water, and drags the canoe onto land.
He’s breathing hard, but there’s a smile on his face. “We made it!”
I look at him, soaking wet in the rain, feet sunk in the sand, and start to laugh. Adrenaline’s pumping through my veins. I feel a thrill unlike any I’ve experienced before. I feel alive.
“What’s so funny?” Andrew asks.
“You look ridiculous!” I call out to him through the sound of rainfall. “Soaked like a wet dog!”
Andrew throws his head back and laughs. He spreads his arms to feel the rain. “Come on,” he grabs my hand. “Let’s get out of the storm!”
Together, we run from the lake, laughing even as our feet slip in the wet ground. Andrew unlocks his car and we jump inside, finally finding a reprieve from the elements. The rain beats down on the car so hard that it’s impossible to see a thing through the windows. It sounds like there are thousands of tiny drummers on the roof.
Andrew wipes the water from his brow. When he looks at me, his eyes are shining. “So. How do you like frolf?”
I lean back into my seat and throw my arms up. “I love it.”
***
Andrew holds my hand the entire drive back. His thumb traces my fingers, sweeps over my knuckles. It makes me feel warm and tingly inside.
We blast the heat in an attempt to dry off. All of it goes to waste when Andrew parks his jeep and we’re forced to run across the lawn to my dorm’s entrance.
“I had fun with you tonight,” he says when we’re under cover of the eaves.
“Me, too.” I think it’s a shame that the night has to end early. But, I’m not as bold as Katy. Not even close. “Will I see you again?” I ask, suddenly shy.
“Of course. You have a cell?”
“Yeah.” I tell him my number. He punches it into his phone.
“All right, Paige.” Andrew turns around. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
I nod. “Let’s do it.” He starts down the steps. “Andrew! Wait.”
He stops and turns back. “Yes?”
I offer a sultry smile. “Get back here.”
He bounds up to me. I’m flattened against the brick wall as he kisses me again. He’s strong but gentle at the same time.
I think I can get used to this. He’s so yummy.
Andrew pulls away. “I’ve got to go.”
“I know.”
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” he promises. “And I won’t stop thinking about you until then.”
I slap him on the arm. “Don’t make fun.”
“I’m serious.” He looks me right in the eye. “I don’t think I’ve ever met another girl like you.”
“One of these days, you’ve got to tell me what that means.”
He laughs. “All right. Tomorrow. If you behave.” He winks, turns around, and ducks his shoulder to keep the rain away as he runs to his Jeep.
I wave as he drives away.
***
“And where did you disappear to all day?” Katy asks when I open the door to our dorm. She’s flat on her back in the middle of the living room, holding Pickles above her head. He purrs as she swings him back and forth. “You missed some intense roomie bonding.”
“Oh, are the other girls here?” I ask, looking around.
“They were. For all of the five seconds it took them to recognize each other from high school. Turns out they were super enemies back then.”
I sit beside Katy on the floor. “That doesn’t sound good.”
“Actually, it turned out great.” Katy rolls over and sets Pickles down. “Both their dads came up here and had this huge fight. You should have seen it. I thought they’d start throwing fists.”
“How is that ‘great’?” I ask.
“Great for you and me,” Katy grins. “The other two girls couldn’t stand the sight of one another. They went to administration and demanded to be put in separate housing.”
I get a sinking feeling in my stomach. The only way I can afford to pay for this place is if we split rent four ways. “And?”
“And with their dads there, the school had no choice but to give in. Apparently they’re both big-shot alumni, or something.” Katy shrugs. “Either way, now you and I have the whole place to ourselves.” She reaches over and scratches Pickles between the ears. “Plus this cuddly guy.”
Blood drains from my head. I start to feel light-headed. I steady myself with a ha
nd on the floor. “Katy, there’s no way I can afford to pay half of rent!”
She laughs. “No, you don’t get it. It’s not our fault, so our rate stays the same.”
My eyes widen. “What?”
Katy beams. “Yeah, sister! So it’s just me and you here all semester. It’s going to be great.”
***
“Rise and shine!” a too-cheery voice announces above me the next morning.
I open my eyes. Katy is beaming down at me. Sunlight streams in through the window.
“Ugh,” I groan, holding my head. “How is it that you’re up before me?”
“Dunno. But I do know if you stay in bed any longer, you’ll miss orientation.”
I sit up and set my feet on the floor. “Orientation?” I mumble.
“Yeah. All the freshmen get divided into groups by our dorms. Each group is assigned a peer leader. One of the upperclassmen. They show us around campus today, and then act as a liaison between us and the RAs all term.” She scratches her wrist and shrugs. “Part of the student council’s attempt to get us ‘integrated’ on campus.”
“How is it that you know so much about all this?” I ask.
“Haven’t I told you yet?”
I shake my head.
“I’m not really a freshman. Well, I am, but not like you. I was here last year. But I left halfway through first semester to, um, sort out some personal things.”
“So you’re a year older?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
“How come they put you back in the freshman dorms, then?”
“I never got any credits, so I came back with a clean slate. It’s like I was never here!” She winks. “But I know tons of things about campus life. So, you and I are on the inside track.”
“Heh. I’m glad I’ve got someone by my side who’s done all this before.”
“That you do,” Katy agrees. She takes my arm, pulls me up, and shoves me down the hall to the bathroom. “Now, hurry up! We don’t want to be late. Word is, our peer leader is a total hottie.”
***
Katy and I rush into a packed classroom ten minutes past eleven. Despite her familiarity with campus, we had a little bit of trouble finding it.
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