Despite the fact that I clearly intimidate these shitheads, they are visibly skeptical that I can beat them in a swimming competition, being that I’m forty years their senior. They strip off their shirts and join me at the water’s edge. A quick glance tells me Coco is watching us curiously and I’m suddenly desperate to rip her out of that scandalous pink bathing suit.
These kids don’t have a hope in hell of winning.
Not when she’s waiting for me on the other side.
Unless I’ve already blown my shot. Her expression doesn’t give away my fate and that only motivates me to get back to shore faster and apologize.
I’m sorry, angel baby, I try to communicate with my eyes.
Her lips part slightly and she gives a subtle nod.
I’m done fighting my need for Coco. She’s chosen me and I have the good goddamn sense to take hold of the blessing with both hands. Damn the consequences.
She’s not going to make it to lunchtime with her cherry.