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We break apart and just watch – we watch the scenery and the world go by, thinking. I can tell he’s thinking; he’s screwing up his face in the most adorable way – it’s insanely cute.
“I just don’t know what to do.” He mumbles absentmindedly to himself, softy in a whisper. I don’t know whether to respond or ignore him – I’d just really love to know what the big deal is; am I really that bad? They don’t even know me though.
“Still thinking about it?” I decide to say.
“Hmm, yeah. Sorry to get you so concerned, he never likes what I do so don’t take it personally. It’s more against me than you.” He apologises again.
“Stop apologising! I promise I'm fine.”I say, taking his hand in mine.
“Okay. I just don’t want you to be all upset over what’s happened.”
“I won’t be upset; trust me. Let’s not let that weigh the day down. Come one, what can we do?”
“I don’t actually know. You got any ideas?”
“If you’re open minded enough – then yes, I have an idea.”
“Go for it – what are we doing?”
“You gotta promise you’ll do it though.”
“I promise.”
“Right, come with me.”
We get up and I take his hand, leading him to a little natural shelter formed by the trees and their leaves. I start to undress, and signal for him to do so too; he looks a little hesitant at first but then proceeds to slowly start taking his layers off, one at a time.
I stand there with my clothes in a pile next to my feet, watching his beautiful body again; flawless, without one imperfection, snow white and smooth yet shimmering and toned.
He quickly bends down to fix his clothes into a pile and then looks at me – wondering just what we’re about to do that we need to be naked for.
I run out, urging him to follow me; I hear footsteps behind me telling me he is doing. He grabs on to my hand whilst running to the rock’s edge and we jump off together without thinking.
We land in the water going straight down to the bottom – the water cooling and refreshing on this moderately hot day. I hit the river bed and push up to resurface.
Our hands still clasped together when we break the water’s surface and we burst out laughing at our sheer stupidity and recklessness.
I wipe the water from my face with my free hand before Gerard pulls me in for a hug – tight and close, so as not to lose me in the river’s current.
Suddenly, I remember my makeup – shit! I probably look like a panda! In fact; Gerard looks like a panda too – obviously his makeup isn’t waterproof either. I move my hands to cup his face and wipe away his smudged eyeliner as he does the same for me, kissing me on the nose once he’d finished fixing my eyes.
We start giggling again at our ridiculousness – is this what love feels like? To be able to laugh about anything but feeling the strongest connection; being able to trust them with your life?
“What on Earth are we doing?” Gerard laughs.
“I believe it’s called skinny dipping.” I reply, laughing with him.
He embraces me again, kissing this time, each kiss identical yet different, a new yet familiar experience every time.
We splash about in the water a little, like babies in a swimming pool for the first time. We swim a bit too; having races like kids, or relaxing with every little stroke like a newlywed couple on a honeymoon.
“Hey, we’re acting like a couple!” Gerard realises. Ill he confirm our relationship status or will I be confused for longer?
“Haha, I guess we are!” I say. Hint, hint.
He takes a breath as if to start a new sentence but then freezes – like he’s just remembered something and now doesn’t know whether to say it, and then just breaths out; saying nothing.
Shit. We were so close.
“Reckon we get out yet? I'm getting a little hungry.” Gerard suggests.
“Okay then, sure, we better run to cover though. People might’ve appeared.” I say.
We get out and run like lightning to the shelter where we left our clothes – hoping no-one saw us.
“How do we get dry!?” I panic. Shit. I hadn’t thought about that.
“Use my t-shirt to towel yourself. I‘ll just have to drive around topless.” He says, throwing me his black t-shirt.
“Sure? I mean-“
“Yes! Use it!” He cuts me off. I like the commanding, powerful, headstrong Gerard; it’s such a fucking turn-on.
I use my makeshift towel to pat dry my naked body – although my hair will have to wait to dry. By the time I'm done with Gerard’s t-shirt, it’s pretty much soaking wet.
“It doesn’t matter.” Says Gerard, taking a look at his t-shirt. “Looks like I'm going topless though!” He laughs.
He then takes the ‘towel’ for his own use on his legs whilst I start to put my clothes on.
Ten minutes later, we’re both dry and dressed apart from Gerard and his t-shirt. We start walking to the car, hand in hand.
Just like a couple.
But we aren’t.