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Sloane and you have this sexual tension going on.
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Sloane sat in the pool waiting for you to join her. You on the contrary were dreading to join her, not because you didn't want to be in the pool with her, you just hated your body. You admit that there are some attractive features, they didn't work together. Together it was this mess of things.
And to show your body covered with a couple of pieces of fabric was a big deal for you.
Sloane noticed your hesitation. She missed you close to her, physically and emotionally. After the kiss at the crazy party Ferris, a mutual friend, threw you have been distancing yourself. Not in an obvious way. Sloane however knew you good enough.
"Come on," she splashed some water your way, "the water is amazing. You shouldn't be uncomfortable with yourself."
You nodded. Quickly as possible, you threw off your clothes. The sooner you were in the water the less she could see your body.
Sloane couldn't help but ogle. She looked past all your insecurities and just saw you. Your messy hair after you pulled your shirt over your head, the flushed looked on your face when she caught you staring and how you carefully stepped in the water, first testing the temperature with your toe and then emerging yourself in the water.
You were perfectly imperfect.
Sloane wouldn't lie to you and say that you were the societally norm of beautiful. But you just matched. It was as if God took his time crafting your personality and then formed it into a body. You were you.
You smiled at Sloane's lingering look. You glanced at her lips. She noticed you. "I've been thinking about the party ever since it happened," she softly said, "have you?"
You nodded, "I couldn't get it off my mind."
You and Sloane subconsciously moved closer to each other. You could feel and smell her mint smell on your lips.
It wasn't a decision you took, it just happened. Your lips touched hers. It was like listening to an old song you haven't listened to in a while, but you still remember all the lyrics. Your lips moved in sync with hers.
Her hands were on your waist. If oxygen wasn't needed to life you would've stayed there forever. But your throat starting hurting. You had to pull away.
It was just a centimeter. A smirk found his way to Sloane's face before she pushed you from the stone bench in the pool.
You laughed. "I'll get you back."
That being said you knew it wouldnt be awkward for you and Sloane. Strangers turning friends turning lovers was meant to be for you.
