Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

pond. She discerned a head. A person’s head. From the
back. A surge of frustration gripped her jaw. She
wanted this to be her place. Why couldn’t people just
leave it alone?
She probably should have left at that exact moment.
Instead she took two steps forward and gave herself a
better view. The better view turned its head and suddenly
wore the face of Kostos. At that moment he saw her gaping
at him in the shallow pond.
This time he was naked and she was clothed, but
like last time, she was the one shrinking and blushing
and he was the one calmly standing there.
Last time she had been mad at him. This time she was
mad at herself. Last time she had thought he was a vain,
presumptuous jerk, but this time she knew she was. Last
time she had dwelled obsessively on her own exposed
body; this time she was thinking about his.
Last time he hadn’t been spying on her. Last time he
hadn’t followed her. He was probably as shocked to see
her as she was to see him.
Before now she thought he’d barged into her special
place. Now she knew she had barged into his.
Lena,
I have a feeling this is going to be a big
night. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I
have the Pants, which feels a little like having
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