We don’t get to go on the ride of her completing all of the tasks on the list, we only get to be there for the last one... skinny-dipping.
I, personally, have never skinny-dipped. Have you? I don’t know if I ever could have been talked into it, even when I was 18-19 years old. Well, I take that back. If a REALLY hot guy were interested in skinny-dipping with me, I probably would have very serious considered it!
But, back to the point… I found the fact that Juliet DOES indeed goes skinny-dipping, as we’re lead to believe this was out of character for her, to be incredibly brave. So I have to say that I had a great first impression of our heroine.
Juliet starts off her college career by accidently ending up skinny-dipping with the guy she has had a crush on for as long as she can remember, a senior at her future college. But Juliet doesn’t try to fool herself into believing he could want anything more from her than one night.
However, when she starts school and pledges her cousin Amy’s old sorority, she finds more male attention than she ever thought she would get, including from her skinny-dipping partner.
But will she choose him, or her new co-worker that seems to always be there to offer help when she needs it?
Now, one of the guys going after her is made out to be a ubber jerk face. I, personally, did not find him to be THAT bad! Now, don’t get me wrong, he was a bit of a pill and certainly possessive, but I didn’t find him to treat her completely like crap the way it’s made out to sound like he does.
Although, if the sex was as bad with him as it’s described… I’d dump his ass just for that! Geez, that sounded AWFUL!
Overall, it was a great read, and certainly entertaining. I enjoy reading about Juliet’s first year of college and her journey to discovering what she wants and even needs in her romantic relationships.
“Hey, is that you, Juliet?” It may have been dark, but I’d know that voice anywhere. It was deep and incredibly sexy.
I wanted to slip under the water and never come back up. Dylan Bradley was talking to me while I was naked. “Uh, yeah. Hi, Dylan.” To this day, I blame it on the music. If Katy Perry hadn’t been blaring, he might never have looked.
“Isn’t it a little late for a swim?”
“Not really. I like staying up late.” Could I sound lamer?
He disappeared, but I knew it wasn’t over. He reappeared a moment later through a patch of trees.
I treaded water in the deepest part of the pool, hoping the dim lighting hid how completely naked I was.
“Mind if I turn that down?” He pointed up at the speakers.
“Sure. The controls are—”
“Behind the bar. I know.” Dylan had spent plenty of nights swimming at our house. Even though his house was far bigger, his dad had refused to put in a pool. Mr. Bradley claimed that if you were at the beach, you didn’t need a manmade concrete hole to swim in.
Dylan turned off the music. So much for turning it down. “I heard you’re going to Harrison this year.”
“Yeah. I’m actually starting college.” I continued treading water, praying he wouldn’t move any closer.
“Cool. I’ll probably see you around then.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot you were still up there.” Total lie. I was well aware Dylan was a senior at Harrison University. I hated to admit it, but I Facebook stalked him. I’d probably have real life stalked him if we didn’t live five hours away from each other. To say I had a crush on Dylan would be the understatement of the century.
His expression let me know how little he believed me. “Yeah. It’s my last year, but Kyle’s going to be a freshman.”
“Yeah?” I, of course, knew that too, but not from internet stalking. I couldn’t care less about his brother, Kyle. It was Dylan who always had my attention. I’d found out about Kyle’s plans from my mother.
Dylan looked even better than I remembered. Despite the dim lighting, I could see his slight tan—normally it was a lot deeper. I guess his summer internship had kept him from spending as much time at the beach as usual. His brown hair still had just a little bit of a curl to it. He wore it shorter than I’d ever remembered seeing it.
“You look kind of cold. Where’s your towel?” He glanced around.
“Oh, I’m okay.”
“Come on, you can’t stay in the pool all night.”
I would stay as long as I had to.
“Wait a second.” A small smile spread across his face. He walked toward the chairs, and my heart sunk. When he turned back toward me, he had my bikini top wrapped around his hand. “Are you skinny dipping?”
“Umm, maybe.”
“By yourself?”
What was that supposed to mean? “Isn’t that part obvious?”
He grinned. “Wow, I never took you for an exhibitionist.”
“This is a private pool.”
“Now you really need to get out.”
“Shut up. Not until you leave.”
“You’re too cold. You won’t make it that long.”
“You’re wrong.” I sure hoped he was.
“All right. If you’re not getting out anytime soon, I’m going to join you.” He pulled off his t-shirt.
Oh my god. Was Dylan Bradley about to get naked in front of me? I had to be dreaming. This was not the kind of thing that ever happened to me—at least not when I was awake.
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