Long Lake Camp

Soon, his smile faded, and he was looking back into my eyes.
“Avery?” Thomas whispered, getting closer and closer, and glancing down at my lips more frequently.
“Yeah?” I mumbled, in my moment of stupidity, I should’ve just kissed him.
But, of course, I let him do it. His rough lips met mine, and there went my chances of ‘sweet sixteen and never been kissed’ which I hadn’t been too happy about, anyways. I moved my lips against Thomas’, and held onto his forearms under the water, before he moved so he held me around my waist. It was harder to tread water this close, but it was worth the extra effort.