skinny dipping — chris sturn 𝜗𝜚
“don’t be lame, it’s warm,” he calls out, settling into what looked to be a calm river.
“you’re just stupid, chris, we’ve been gone long enough—“
“and you’re paranoid. what’s the worst that could happen? a little water never hurt anyone,” a small smirk made its way onto his handsome face.
you closed your parted lips, sighing softly, “this is dumb,” you say as you reach for the hem of your shirt. his eyes follow your hands.
“maybe,” he mutters, seeming to lose his train of thought.
you pull your shirt over your head, throwing it who knows where — white lacy bralette and shorts keeping you from fully exposing yourself, “eyes up here,”
his pretty blue orbs snap up to your face, a smile appearing on his lips, “you’re taking an awfully long time,” he addresses impatiently.
you reach for your zipper, “why are you rushing me?” you retort playfully, tugging them down.
“m’not rushing you, you are quite literally taking forever,”
you roll your eyes, quickly peeling off the rest of your clothes. to which his eyes roamed as you made your way over to him, of course.
“mmm,” he basically grunted as he reached out for you — causing you to giggle.
he pulled you straight into a kiss, the cool water enveloping your warm skin, creating goosebumps. you weren’t very fond with how the mushy ground below felt between your toes but you ignored it, wanting to be in the moment.
©valsturn