Bryce and Marisa

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"Marisa?" "Mmhhmm" I hum before yawning and turning to look at Bryce. Last night he and his team won the World Series and I crashes at his place after celebrating till 3am with the team. Today they and their spouses are coming over for a day by the pool. "Everyone's gonna be over in an hour. Want me to go get breakfast started?" "Ya sure and Bryce?" "Ya babe?" "I love you" "I love you too" he laughs pecking my lips then heading downstairs. I climb out of bed changing into my bathing suit and putting on Bryce's World Series shirt as a cover up. I walk down the stairs sneaking into the kitchen and jumping on the counter before Bryce turns around from the fridge. "Morning beautiful" he says placing his hands on my hips and connecting our lips. After making out he goes back to making breakfast and we ait down and eat. He informs me of todays plans which is simply have everyone over and party.

Everyone arrives and we are about an hour in. All the girls are sitting on the side tanningg while the boys are goofing off and shoving each other in the pool. It gets insanely quiet all of a sudden and I open my eyes just as Bryce and all the guys are picking us up and throwing us in the pool. A chorus of screams and laughing breaks the silence and the guys jump in after us. I'm about to climb out when I am pulled under and I feel Bryce's soft lips on mine as we go down. I wrap my legs around his waist as we go back up but never breaking for air. "Don't you need to breathe?" I hear Tyler Moore say and I pull away blushing. "Sorry" I mutter ducking my head. "Don't apologize they are just jealous" Bryce says rolling his eyes. "Yes so jealous" Tyler continues. I feel Bryce looking at me and he takes my hand dragging us out of the pool. Everyone follows and the girls find a seat on their guy's lap. We spend the rest of the day talking, eating, and for me; sleeping in the chest of the man I love.

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