I felt him brush against me, his skin slick in the viscous lake water, thick and dark with microscopic life. The heat of my want for him distracted me from my numbing extremities and shivering core.
She turned from us, giving me just enough time to pull him under, my hands searching out his face, my lips finding his.
It was a dark and sinful deed, but the water washed my sin away as we rose to the surface, spitting and fluttering.
Someone reached a hand down from the dock, helping me out and handing me a towel. The party would go on, and I’d find other opportunities to connect in ways she would never notice.
It was, after all, the draw. Hiding in plain sight. Corrupting him.