TUESDAY TALES - PICTURE PROMPT! #romance

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Nick tossed her a towel then wrapped one around his waist. They padded out to the end of the dock and sat, legs dangling into the water. The moon threw shadows everywhere and gleamed off the still surface of the lake. Lizzie huddled closer. Nick put his arm around her shoulders.

She smiled. That was her favorite thing, when he drew her close. It was like he threw a protective cape, blanket, or shield around her. She couldn’t fathom why that was important. Lizzie had nothing to be afraid of, except a couple of bullies at school. Still, when she was under his wing, all was right with the world, and she wasn’t an odd duck, awkward, uncomfortable who didn’t fit in.

She snaked her arm around his waist.

“You did it,” he said.

“What?”

“College. You got me into college.”

“No, I didn’t. You did it yourself.”

“If I couldn’t pass English with a decent grade, I never would have gotten into Nebraska.”

“Ridiculous.”

“It’s true,” he said, facing her. “Why don’t you just accept it and say ‘thank you’.”

“Thank you. Happy?” she quirked an eyebrow.

He hugged her and kissed her head. “You’re cute, for a squirt.”

“You keep saying that. I’m not a squirt.”

“You’re not a two-hundred pound linebacker, either.”

“You wouldn’t love me if I was.”

Lizzie rested her hand on his thigh, feeling the power of his muscle. He reached over, pushing aside the terry cloth to fondle her breast. “I’m gonna miss these.”

“You’ll have a new pair at your disposal within five minutes.”

“Hey, hey. We weren’t going to talk about that tonight, remember.”

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry.”

But she couldn’t help but talk about it. For two weeks, she’d been suppressing thoughts about his leaving for Nebraska tomorrow for football training.

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