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When she was out of earshot, he let his finger graze the back of my thigh, and his voice got huskier than normal. “I see a snack I’d like to bite into.” I sat forward in the pool until we were eye to eye.
“What about your girlfriend?” He smiled and traced the edge of my bikini bottom. “She doesn’t have to know.”
“And your mom? She’s my friend!” I snapped, and he just laughed.
“We won’t tell her either.” I sucked my lower lip between my teeth and sighed. He was so cute; a deep dimple on the left side of his mouth always made me swoon. I looked back at the house and got a wicked idea. His mom babysat most weekends, and I knew she had diapers in the house.
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