32 Kiss me

"Come on, get in the water." Remo beckoned at her.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Abby finally gathered the courage to step into the water.

The cool sensation of the lake around her legs sent a shiver down her spine. It was a stark contrast to the warm presence of the shirt against her skin.

As Abby waded further into the lake, she felt the water rise around her, gradually covering her up to her waist. Each step was met with a mix of exhilaration and trepidation, and the shirt she wore clung to her like a second skin, emphasizing her silhouette.

Remo watched her intently, his eyes following her every move as she approached him. The moonlight played on the water's surface, casting shimmering ripples that seemed to dance around them.

When Abby was finally beside him, they stood facing each other, the water creating a serene barrier between them and the outside world. The silence between them was filled with unspoken words, a palpable tension that hung in the air.

Remo broke the silence with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know, freckles, you look even better in my shirt when it's wet."

Abby's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson, and she playfully splashed some water at him. "Y-You're incorrigible, Remo!"

He laughed, a genuine and carefree sound that Abby hadn't expected from him. "Maybe I am, but at least it made you smile."

He closed the gap between them with surprising speed, intentionally splashing her as he reached her.

Abby couldn't contain her squeal of surprise. His strong arms encircled her waist, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his torso, grateful for the respite from treading water.

In the next moment, mischievously, she pushed his head beneath the water and managed to wiggle free from his grip. She swam a few feet away before he resurfaced, wearing a wry smile as he shook the water from his hair.

"Funny," he quipped, before a wicked grin curved across his lips. "My turn."

Remo's playful threat sent a shiver down Abby's spine as she treaded water, her heart racing with a delightful mix of emotions. She watched as he swam toward her, his movements fluid and graceful.

Just as Remo was about to reach her, Abby dove beneath the water, disappearing from his view. She swam underwater, her senses heightened as she felt his presence above. With stealth and precision, she reached up and playfully tugged at his ankle.

Startled, Remo lost his balance for a moment, his legs flailing in the water. Abby emerged with a triumphant grin, her laughter bubbling up as she watched him regain his composure.

"You're quick," he admitted with a chuckle, his dark hair slicked back from the water.

Abby swam closer, her fingers trailing through the water as she approached him once more. "Well, I know a few tricks I can teach you if you want," she teased, her eyes locking onto his.

Remo's eyes glinted with mischief as he took his turn to pursue her in the water. With a graceful glide, he moved closer, his every movement purposeful and confident.

Abby's heart raced with a delightful mixture of exhilaration and playfulness. She couldn't help but feel a rush of energy as he closed in on her. They circled each other in the moonlit lake, the water echoing their playful dance.

Suddenly, Remo lunged forward, splashing water in her direction. Abby squealed once more, attempting to evade his grasp, but he was quicker than she expected. His strong arms encircled her again, and she found herself trapped against his chest, her legs wrapped raround him.

With a smirk and a twinkle in his eyes, Remo murmured, "Got you."

Abby, breathless and flushed with excitement, couldn't help but smile back. "You're not so bad at this, Remo."

"Hmm—so about that wish. What do you wish for?" He asked, darting his eyes over her face with a lazy smile.

"N-nothing-I-I—-" Her gaze fell on his lips and swallowed.

"Can I ask a question instead?" She breathed out.

Remo was confused at first but he nodded, "Alright."

Abby took a deep breath, her heart picking up speed.

"Do— you —remember the day we woke up in yo—your bed? You were on top of me—teasing me?"

Remo's eyes glinted with amusement, he hummed in response. A smirk playing on his lips

Abby let out a sigh, v fidgeting uncomfortably, "I—wanted to ask if you wanted to—"

She paused the deep flower of shame decorating her cheeks.

"Did you ... .want to kiss me at that time? Did you to—touch me?" Her lips parted waiting for his answer.

"Yes." He replied without hesitation.

Abby's eyes widened with surprise, her lips curled into a faint smile.

"I-I wanted you to kiss me too…touch me. I-i thought you didn't ... .disgusted with me ... .because how could you want to kiss an ugly frog."

Remo frowned at her words, his brows furrowed together, "Why would you think that? You are beautiful and any man would want you. I got hard without you even touching me. That should tell you enough." His eyes bored his hers, shining with intensity.

Abby's eyes widened at how blunt his words were. Looking at this beautiful man saying

she had gotten him hard and he had wanted to touch her, made warmth rush through her veins. Color spread across her cheeks.

He looked from her eyes to her mouth and back to her eyes again. She didn't move, too stunned to speak, afraid she would ruin the mood.

Abby licked her lips and his eyes followed the movement.

There was a heat pooling inside of her as she stared at him, watching how his eyes held so much intensity, his wet hair messing on his shoulders

Kiss me, kiss me, she chanted in her mind, the tension built so much that when his head finally started slowly moving toward hers, she nearly jumped with happiness. He moved toward her his lips parting slightly, the look on his face a mix between uncertainty and blatant lust.

"K-kiss me." Abby whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Remo took in her answer, not saying anything and flicked his eyes between hers.

His brows pinched together and he sucked in a deep breath.

"Well I was waiting for you to put us out of this misery."

"Y-you we—"

And just like that her words were cut off and they died in her throat as his soft lips connected with hers.