in his arms

Chapter 21

I’d never had someone care about me as much as Anthony did. To be completely honest, being cared about is one of the greatest feelings in the world. To know that someone out there wants the best for you, wants to help you, wants to be the reason you smile, it’s indescribable.
I swear that night I fell in love with Anthony Thompson.
I didn’t want to upset him anymore, so I dropped the subject.
With a newfound courage, I stood up, leaving him on the blanket. “I want to go skinny dipping,” I announced.
“What?” he asked, furrowing his brow.
“I want to go skinny dipping,” I said again, removing my sweatshirt.
He laughed shortly. “With me around?”
“You can come too.”
“What?” he chuckled, and I wasn’t sure if it was a laugh to hide his awkwardness about the situation or because he thought it was funny. “You won’t get naked in front of me right now.”
“Watch me,” I flirted, kicking off my shoes.
He followed me, standing and removing his shoes. “What happened to the old Kaitlyn?” he asked as he unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his bony abdomen. I remembered how fit he was before he lost all his weight.
“I don’t know,” I admitted, letting my shorts fall to the sand.
In my tank and underwear, before I was completely naked, I bolted for the water, and he was close behind me. We splashed into the delicate ripples, shattering them, our laughter reverberating through the forests and over the water. He grabbed my waist and dragged me down beneath the water. I giggled as I bobbed back up for air, finding him gasping as well. I began to take off my remaining articles of clothing, hurling them back onto the beach, and he followed me.
It wasn’t skinny dipping unless you were completely naked.
He kept everything below his waist under the water, and I did the same with my chest. There was something sort of beautiful about him; standing there, half-naked, his wet body glistening in the moonlight. His quirky grin wasn’t just attractive or handsome.
He was beautiful.
I felt something pelt my head, and the water began to ripple abnormally as it began to rain. Anthony grinned at me as he flopped back into the water, and I took that opportunity to sprint for the shore to somewhat clothe myself.
He was close behind me. After he only put his shorts on, he spun me around. I was only in a bra and underwear. And he kissed me.
Urgency filled his movements. Yearning, passion. I knew they filled mine too. He picked me up, his hands on my upper thigh, and carried me to the back of his car.
We were unclothed again. I felt his fingers cascade up and down my body, love filling his eyes as he touched me. He folded himself around me, and the way his bare body intertwined with mine was graceful.
He was graceful.
Our soaking naked bodies lay, his on top of mine. I rubbed my fingers over his bare scalp as he breathed heavily, his head on my bare chest.
He slid his arms beneath my back. I loved his hugs. I felt needed, wanted. In his arms, I felt loved. Like I had a purpose. Like I was someone’s reason to smile, laugh, fight, live, even. I loved the feeling his arms brought over me.
I swear that night I fell in love with Anthony Thompson.

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