Not exactly, but cuddling makes everything better.

“Does this mean we’re dating or something?” He asked hopefully.

Jessie gave him another light peck on his lips. “It wouldn’t be fair of me to commit to anything like that right now,” she said, placing a hand on the side of his neck. “We have a whole lot of limit testing ahead of us, Mr Photographer.”

A comical look of disappointment appeared on his face, and she giggled a little. “You knoooow... speaking of limits, I prepared a little test for myself. I’d be awfully grateful if you helped me with it?”

“What’s up?” He was still bummed out and couldn’t help showing it. Until she took the covers off.

“Come watch the rain with me?” She asked innocently. She wasn’t wearing pants.

Throughout their talk, he’d noticed that she still had the red sweater from last night on. He hadn’t put much thought into what else she might be wearing under the comforter, but he assumed it would have been sweats, or maybe even the jeans from last night.

But nope. There were only her smooth, sexy legs laid out bare in front of him like a five course meal.

“Jessie, I’d go just about anywhere with you right now.”

She giggled and and stretched her legs out appetizingly before rolling past him and standing up. The sweater covered enough to be a dress. A very, very small dress. It just barely covered her cute little butt.

“Seriously, Leon? Because of a pair of legs?” She grinned, and pointed down. It appeared that his cock was enjoying the spectacle too. “It’s not like I’m going commando under here. I have on a cute pair of boy-shorts, see? Nothing to get worked up over.” She said, and lifted the side of her sweater slightly to reveal the cute black underwear in question. For a brief second he saw the hint of an asscheek.

“Me and my wiener are just lowly virgin boys, trying to stay afloat in this flood of carnal and wicked desire,” he said, saying the line like it was something out of Shakespeare.

“Virgin?”

Now it was his turn to blush. I guess I never really mentioned that.

Then he noticed the complicated look on her face. She never got that choice, he realized.

He hastily stood up and intertwined his fingers with hers, trying to distract her by saying: “Every time, I think ‘I could never find her more attractive than I do right now’ you go and prove me wrong.”

She looked down awkwardly. “You shouldn’t think so highly of me. Don’t you realize that I’m spoiled goods?”

I swear to god I’ll destroy the person that did this to her. Fucking DESTROY him.

“Hey. Jessie, look at me,” he said, pushing her chin up with his index fingers. Tears stung the corners of her eyes. “You already know what I see, and I sure didn’t see anything spoiled in that picture last night. Did you?”

“But-“

“Nothing could ever spoil you,” he said, and kissed her briefly.

When he pulled away, Jessie had a dreamy look on her face. “You’ve got to... stop... saying all these perfect things. My... heart can’t take this.”

“Perfect things for my perfect girl.”

“Stoooop!” She shouted, and took off for the door. He chased her, laughing.

Her slender legs took the steps down two at a time, and he followed as best he could without falling and breaking his neck. She made it to the back door and threw it open, leaping out onto their covered patio. The roar of the rain stormed into the empty house, but Leon sprinted out and shut the door behind him.

“You- are way- too fast,” he gasped.

“You’ve got to work on your stamina,” she giggled, and jumped into the hammock their mom bought last summer. Nobody ever used it.

“We’re gonna get soaked out here!” He called as he walked closer to her.

“I don’t think so. The hammock doesn’t have a drop on it.

“That’s great for you and all, but it doesn’t help me any. Everything else is wet.”

“Then come lay in this nice dry hammock with me,” she said, crooking her finger and doing a come hither motion.

Anybody could see that the hammock was only made for one person to lay in. His jaw dropped at what she was offering. Cammy did mention cuddling.

The look on his face made her revert into shy Jessie mode.

“I mean... I don’t mean... you know, we can’t do anything crazy but I thought maybe we could just cuddle and watch the rain because that sounded really fantastic and I just wanted to do it but maybe I’m getting ahead of myself and I should stop running around without pants on because I can’t let you do anything about that poor thing in your pants and I’m basically asking you to torture yourself and cuddle with some annoying girl who wants you to spoil her stupid pants-less self, and I can’t seem to stop saying the word ‘pants’ because I’m-“

While she was busy having a spaz attack, he walked over, took off his shoes, and maneuvered himself into the hammock, taking care not to pin her down. It was important to him to always leave her an escape plan, so she knew she always had a choice.

“-and I’ll stop giving out mixed signals and just throw myself in the ocean!” Somehow she didn’t notice that they were already in the hammock together.

The mention of the ocean sent that same image of Ophelia, sinking down into the stormy waters, drowning, back into his mind. He just couldn’t shake it.

“Don’t say that,” he said, a bit sharper than he’d intended.

“H-huh?” She stopped ranting and looked at him, confused. “I was just being a dork. I wouldn’t really throw myself in the ocean...“

“Of course you’re wouldn’t. I wouldn’t let you.” It was at this point that Jessie registered their close proximity. Like all things seemed to, it made her blush.

“I just... met this girl at the beach earlier and she was saying some pretty crazy stuff. You bringing up the ocean made me wonder if she got home okay,” he told her distractedly. A sharp pinch on his cheek snapped him out of his thoughts.

Jessie was looking at him with something that could only be jealousy. “Don’t talk about other girls during hammock time,” she huffed, and turned her back to him. “Hammock time is ruined. I hate hammock time.”

He chuckled in spite of himself. There were still so many sides of her left for him to discover.

“I want a divorce.”

“It’s crazy, but I think I’d remember marrying my sister.”

“A hammock divorce. Go sit somewhere else and get wetass.”

“Aww come on. You can’t go around wishing wetass on people.”

“Well you’re an inhuman monster, so you don’t count as people.”

He wrapped his arms loosely around her waist. “Forgive me?”

Her body squirmed against him like it was searching for something, and then: “Only if this thing pressed against my butt isn’t because of your bikini-clad beach bunny.”

His dick could not be tamed, and stood erect against the sweater that was keeping it from her ass.

“She wasn’t wearing a bikini, she was-“

“STOP. TALKING. ABOUT. HER. OR. I. WILL. FLIP. THIS. HAMMOCK!”

“Yes ma’am. Sorry ma’am.” Then he rested his cheek on hers and said, “It’s not for her, anyways.”

She turned back around to fix him with a look. Lightning flashed emphatically in the dark sky behind her. “Do you promise to follow the Good Boy rules?”

“Good Boy rules?”

“From last night. No undressing, no touching me in weird places.”

“Of course. Haven’t I been?”

“Yes... but now I’m turning up the difficulty settings.”

“Wha-“

She guided one of his hands to the bare warmth of her silky outer thigh. “Be good.”