I wrapped my arm around his narrow waist, digging my fingers into his side. "Yeah, that's sweet of you, Daemon."
He sucked in a sharp breath and let it out slowly. "You know what they say about boys next door...."
"Well, I know Katy doesn't have plans tomorrow." She glanced at me, and I could practically see her envisioning Daemon and my future children. My mom was not normal.
"She's free to go swimming." I dropped my arm and wiggled out from underneath Daemon's.
"Mom..."
"It's okay, honey." She started back inside, giving Daemon a wink. "It was nice to finally meet you."
Daemon smiled. "You, too."
The moment my mom shut the door behind her, I whirled around and pushed Daemon, but he was like a brick wall. "You jerk." Grinning, he backed down the steps. "I'll see you at noon, Kitten,"
"I hate you," I hissed.
"The feeling's mutual." He glanced over his shoulder. "Twenty bucks says you wear a one-piece swimsuit."
He was insufferable.
When the first cracks of light came through the windows, I rolled onto my side, still half asleep.
I groaned.
I had to hang out with Daemon today. And I'd tossed and turned all night, dreaming about a boy with shocking green eyes and a bikini that kept coming undone. Grabbing the latest novel I was reviewing from my nightstand, I spent the morning lounging in bed and reading, desperately trying to think of anything but our upcoming adventure.
When the sun was nearly high in the sky, I set the book aside, threw off the covers, and headed to the shower.
A few minutes later, I was standing in a towel and staring at my swimsuit options.
Horror filled me. Daemon had been right. The idea of being half naked around him did make me want to spew my Tater Tots. Even though I couldn't stand him, and I actually think he might be the first person I ever hated, he was...he was a god. Who knew the kind of girls he was used to seeing in bathing suits.
Even though I wouldn't touch him for all the money in the world, I was big enough to admit there was a part of me that wanted him to want me.
I only had three bathing suits that could be considered acceptable: a razorback one-piece.
Plain and boring. A two-piece that was a bikini top and boy shorts, and a third that was a red two-piece bikini.
I could have chosen a tent and I'd still feel uncomfortable.
Throwing the one-piece back into the closet, I held up the other two. My reflection stared back at me, a suit on each side, and I took a hard look at myself. Light brown hair fell to the middle of my back, and I was nervous of ever cutting it. My eyes were a plain gray - not magnetic or compelling like Dee's. My lips were full but not as expressive as my mom's.
I spared a glance at the red suit. I was always reserved, more cautious than my mom would ever be. The red bathing suit was anything but cautious. It was flirty, sexy even.
Something I clearly was not and, well, that bothered me. Reserved, practical Katy was safe and boring. That was who I was. Why my mom felt okay to leave me alone all the time, because I would never do anything that would make her blink twice.
The kind of girl Daemon expected he could easily boss around and intimidate. He probably expected me to wear a one-piece and keep my shorts and top on since he'd taunted me. What had he said when he first met me? That I looked like a thirteen-year-old?
A red hot feeling sparked inside me.
Screw him.
I wanted to be exciting and bold. Maybe I even wanted to shock Daemon, prove him wrong. Without a second thought, I threw the plain suit into the corner and laid the red one on my small desk.
My decision was made.
I put on the tiny scraps in record time, and a pair of denim shorts and a tank top that had pretty flowers on it over the top to hide my audacity. Once I found my sneakers, I gathered up a towel and headed downstairs.
My mom was lingering in the kitchen, the standard coffee cup in hand. "You slept late. Did you sleep well last night?" she asked expectantly.
Sometimes I wondered if my mom was psychic. Shrugging, I shuffled by her and grabbed the orange juice. I concentrated way too hard on making toast while she continued to stare at my back. "I've been reading."
"Katy?" she said after what seemed like forever.
My hand shook a bit as I buttered my toast.
"Yeah?"
"Is...is everything working out for you here? Do you like it?"
I nodded. "Yeah, it's nice."
"Good." She took a deep breath. "Are you excited about today?"
My stomach dropped as I faced her. Part of me wanted to throttle her for helping trap me in Daemon's plans, but she didn't know any better.
I knew she worried I was going to hate her for yanking me out of everything I loved and insisting we move here. "Yeah, I guess so," I lied.
"I think you will have a good time," she said. "Just be careful."
I shot her a knowing glance. "I doubt I'll get into any trouble swimming."
"Where are you guys going?"
"I don't know. He didn't say. Somewhere nearby I'm sure."
My mom made her way to the door. "You know what I mean. He's a good-looking boy." Then she gave me the I've been there so don't try anything look before she left.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I washed out her coffee cup. I didn't think that I could sit through another birds and bees conversation, especially not now. The first one had been traumatic enough.
I shuddered at the memory.