Bunking With Boys

Chapter 36: A Trip to Remember

Avery's POV

My eyes stung as I let myself float to the top of the water with a close-mouthed smile on my lips.

As soon as my head broke the surface of the water and I managed to make sure I wasn't gonna drown, I stuck my tongue out and shouted at Dawson. "Suck it, loser!"

He stumbled to the edge of the shore with his shirt already off and he was smiling largely at me, letting out a small laugh. Probably at the fact that my hair was stuck to my head like a wet rat and my makeup was dripping down my face, but who knew.

I kick my legs up and swim backward and away from Dawson.

As I was running here, part of me began to get really anxious. Cause I mean, it was Dawson. There was a lot that could go wrong here and that would be really fucking unfortunate. But then I dove in the water like I gave zero fucks. And eventually Dawson showed up and it all was really...calming.

Plus, what's the worst that could happen? I somehow get a UTI? Okay well actually that would suck ass but like it would totally be worth it.

I feel Dawson's warm hands grab my hips and pull me from floating, into his arms and chest. And then he kissed me.

Honestly the first time we kissed, well actually made out but like technicalities, I thought that was some sort of euphoric, kiss of a lifetime shit. Ya know, like it was like one of those movie moments where the first kiss is fucking magical. But no, cause I've come to realize it wasn't the moment at all. Dawson just knows what the hell he's doing. Cause every time I kissed him was exactly like that, if not better.

So here I was, having spent the last 5 minutes of my life trying my best not to drown while practically getting it on with the dude in a dirty lake. How romantic.

Dawson pulled away and swept a piece of damp hair from my face. And he was looking at me, he was looking at me really weird.

I slide my hand from the back of his neck into his hair and tilt my head, not saying anything but debating exactly what I wanted to.

But then I just said fuck it, mentally of course. "You wanna go back up to our room?" I said quietly, slightly out of breath.

Dawson looked at me hesitantly, unsurely. "You sure you want that Avery? Cause you know we don't have to."

I just shook my head at him. I loved how sweet he was, but sometimes a girl just wants to get fucked, and right now was one of those times.

"I know that, and you're the fucking sweetest for making sure. But I want to, King. Have for a while actually," I add in with a playful smirk at the end before grabbing his hand, kissing him one last time, and swimming off.
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Who knew making shapes out of the textures on the ceiling at sunrise could be so entertaining?

Carrot on steroids, baby sloth, and what appeared to be some sort of snowman orgy.

I'd been up all night, never being able to fall asleep. Which was actually surprising cause I was so fucking exhausted...no need for an explanation as to why exactly...

Maybe it was more of a mental block. There were literally so many things running through my mind and part of me was still high off of adrenaline from last night. So all night, I was just thinking. About Dawson. About me. About us together. About...everyone really. Main focus being on Dawson and our 'relationship', if you could even call it that.

We weren't dating necessarily. We'd gone on a single date. And we'd made out, a lot actually. And now we've even gotten to the point of hooking up together. Although I wasn't sure if that was the right term to fit whatever this was. Maybe it was more than just hooking up? Or maybe it wasn't because we weren't technically in a relationship. We weren't dating yet.