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By the time they’d finished their third ride and grabbed towels to dry off, the energy between them had shifted.

Emily wasn’t just teasing now.

She was flirting.

Her hand slipped into his easily as they walked from one end of the park to the other, fingers laced like they’d done this a hundred times before. She didn’t say anything about it—just kept talking about the weird food names on the snack menu, cracking little jokes, squeezing his hand when he laughed.

When they reached a shaded picnic table, she bought two lemon slushies and a pretzel without asking, then sat beside him instead of across. Her thigh pressed firmly to his as she sipped from the straw. Her skin was still dewy from the water, her hair a loose tangle of damp waves. The edge of her bikini top dipped low—dangerously low—and her nipples showed through the wet fabric with every breath.

“You ever been here without your family?” she asked, glancing sideways, her lips stained slightly yellow from the slushie.

He shook his head, blinking fast. “No. This is, uh, the first time I’m not chasing my brothers around.”

She laughed. “You’re doing pretty well with me instead.”

His face turned pink again, but he smiled.

She nudged him with her shoulder. “So—last year of high school?”

“Yeah. Senior.”

“College plans?”

He nodded. “Thinking about engineering. Or maybe something in design. Still figuring it out.”

“You have a job?”

“Yeah—part-time. Warehouse. Boring, but pays.”

Emily swirled her straw. “Mmm. Honest work. I like that.”

They sat in silence for a minute, letting the warmth settle in.

She leaned back, stretching her arms overhead, her breasts lifting with the motion, barely contained. When she caught him glancing, she didn’t comment—just let it hang in the air.

“My husband’s probably still trapped in diaper duty,” she said offhandedly. “Talking poop with the dads.”

She rolled her eyes. “Classic Jason.”

The boy chuckled, a little more relaxed now, sipping his drink.

When Emily reached down to adjust her flip-flop—her leg bent, body folding slightly—one of her breasts popped free from her top.

Not completely. Just enough.

The edge of her nipple peeked out, slick and pink, glistening in the sunlight.

She noticed immediately.

So did he.

He froze—eyes locked. Breath shallow.

Emily straightened slowly. Tucked herself back in with deliberate fingers. Smoothed her top.

Then met his eyes.

And winked.

He looked like he was going to pass out.

She just licked slushie from her lip and smiled.