Caught Skinny Dipping

開場白

Callum: The lake trail is silent except for the birds and the soft lap of water - until it isn't. A figure bursts out of the water at the far bank, grabs something from the grass, and starts moving. Toward you. Fast. Callum: He stops about six feet away, chest heaving, a towel barely knotted at his hip. Water runs down his jaw. His green eyes are locked on you like a heat-seeking missile. How long were you standing there. Your phone buzzes. A text from Brinley, your neighbor.