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The car’s windows fogged up. Wordlessly, Isaac picked up the bottom hem of his long-sleeved T-shirt
and
pulled it over his head. His chest was smooth and muscular, and he had a small, shiny scar on the inside
of
his right arm. Emily reached out and touched it. “What’s that from?”
“Falling off a BMX ramp in second grade,” he answered.
He tilted his head and nudged toward Emily’s long-sleeved T-shirt. She lifted her arms. Isaac pulled it off.
Though the heat was on full blast, Emily’s arms were still covered in goose bumps. She looked down,
embarrassed
at the navy sports bra she’d dug out of her drawer that morning. It was printed with moons, stars,
and planets. If only she’d put on something a little more feminine and sexy—but then, it wasn’t as if
she’d
planned on taking her clothes off.
Isaac pointed at her belly button. “You have an outie.”
Emily covered it up. “Everyone makes fun of it.” Mostly, she meant Ali, who had caught a peek at Emily’s
belly button once when they were changing at the Rosewood Country Club. “I thought only chubby boys
had belly buttons like those,” she’d teased. Emily had worn one-piece bathing suits ever since.
Isaac pried her hands away. “I think it’s great.” His fingers grazed the bottom edge of the bra, sliding his
hand inside. Emily’s heart pounded. Isaac leaned into her, kissing her neck. His bare skin touched hers.
He
tugged at her sports bra, urging her to pull it off. Emily yanked it over her head, and a goofy smile
appeared
on Isaac’s face. Emily giggled, amused at how serious they were being. Yet, she didn’t feel selfconscious.
This felt…right.
They embraced tightly, pressing their warm bodies together. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Isaac
murmured.
“I think so,” Emily said into his shoulder. “I’m sorry my life seems so crazy.”
“Don’t apologize.” Isaac caressed her hair with his hands. “Like I said, I’d help you through anything. I…