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Chapter 6- Skillet Apple Waffle

A/N Jesus. I keep leaving and then coming back. So uh hi, I decided to continue 2 stories. This one and my horse one so yeah...this is awkward. Yeah so I'm back ig.

"Really, I didn't do anything wrong. I swear. Please just let me go home," I'm literally about to cry.

"Not so fast. What exactly were you doing at the pool?"

2 hours earlier

"Do you think anyone noticed me, Reece?"

"They couldn't have. We swam out of there fast enough to leave them all shell shocked, for lack of a better expression."

"You're full of it."

"You love me."

"More than you know.  Jesus did I say that out loud?" Crap.

"Er...yeah...Hey do you want to go check out the beach shops? I can be your personal tour guide."

Reece saves me again from another awkward situation.

So. Like an hour ago. Michael pulled me into the pool, and Reece ended up saving my butt. He distracted everyone before swimming off with me so no one ended up noticing. I just hope that everything will turn out ok.

"Wanna catch a bite to eat?" Reece says, snapping me out of my daze.

"Huh? Oh, ok. Food is good."

"So is this like a date?" He raises his eyebrows jokingly.

"What? Oh. Uh. Is it? Um I dunno. I mean, it can be if you-"

"Relax Maya. I was only kidding. Now come here, I know a great place." Reece grabs my hand, and all I can think about is the feeling of his hand on mine. What's wrong with me? I can't possibly like him. I mean....I've only known him like a week. He ruined my swimming career. He's nothing but trouble...but none of it really is his fault, is it? What if its mine?

"Maya, it's your turn to order. I recommend the Skillet Apple Waffle."

"The skillet apple what?" I ask.

"Skillet Apple Waffle. It's good. It's like a waffle...made with apples...on a skillet. It's good for hangovers, too. And," he leans in closer so our noses are almost touches, "It makes for yummy kisses."

"I...uh...," I lean back awkwardly, "I guess I'll order that."

"Me too. Two skillet apple waffles please, waiter. And a couple diet cokes too."

"Coming right up," the waiter says.

"So. Where were we?" Reece leans forwards, and I lean forward, close my eyes, and...he kisses me on the nose, "More of that for later," he says, winking.

I blush, and the waiter brings our food out. We eat, and the waffles are surprisingly delicious.

"Come on. Let's go to the pool," Reece says once we're finished eating.

We head for the pool, and we hop in the water. I'm still amazed at the transformation. If my tail is pretty, then Reece's is just gorgeous. It's a deep autumn orange, and when his eyes change from the green to the orange a bit of the green is left behind and it's a beautiful hazel color.

"So. Where were we?" Reece repeats again.

"I think we left off at you kissing me...on the nose," I say slightly disappointed.

"Ah," He leans in, and kisses me on the forehead, "Better?"

I giggle. I giggle? Since when do I giggle? He kisses me on my ear, "Ok, this is too intense for me," he says, "You need to calm down, missy."

I giggle again. I can't help it. This boy just does weird things to me.

He leans in like he's about to kiss my lips, but then leans down and kisses my chin. I can't stand it any longer. I grab his head and pull his lips to mine, all this happening when we're still in the water. Our lips just melt together, like they're made for each other. I reach one hand into Reece's hair, and run my hand over his bare back with the other. His hand is cupped around the back of my neck, and the other is making its way down to my bikini strings. He deepens the kiss, and I lick his lips, asking for him to let my tongue in. He happily obliges.  Reece finally is able to grab my swimsuit strap, and he pulls the knot undone. He reaches to my neck and takes out the other knot, exposing my breats. He reaches his hand down my neck and chest, and onto my boob. His lips follow suit, and a moan escapes my lips.

"If I could take off your tail right now, I so would," He whispers into my ear.

I kiss him one more time, and rub my hands over his chest and abs.

"God, I think I love you."