Don't Look Down

So Close

Thankfully, when we arrived at Martin's house, no one was there.

M: Make your self comfortable upstairs I'll be right there.

I made my way up know the very familiar steps into Martin's room. Looking through the room I could see that he had framed that picture we took together and I couldn't help but blush. 

M: Here you go

He had made some coffee and I had to say it smelled really good.

N: Thank you

M: Okay so, let's get to work

*Skip to that evening*

N: Well that was tiring

M: Yeah. Hmm if you want we could go have a quick splash in the pool

N: Well I was never planning to skinny dip so...

M: Oh right, why don't we invite some friends over and by the time you go back home to get your swimsuit I could go and buy some snacks

N: That's sounds like a great idea

*Skip to the pool party*

When I came back from home I was expecting a bunch of sweaty bodies and girls with the tinniest of bikinis, but instead it was just my friends and Martin's.

M: Well hello beautiful!

N: Vodka or Tequila?

M: What?

N: You called me beautiful, you are clearly drunk

And then he wrapped his arms around my waist and leaned in very slowly, as if I was going to break under his strong arms, but before things could get more interesting, one of Martin's friends threw a ball in out direction, thankfully, missing.

M: Jesus, Kit, no wonder you were kicked off the baseball team