It started as a stupid joke — skinny-dipping after midnight. Leo triple-dog-dared me, and I wasn't about to back down. The lake was black glass under a half moon, the air still thick from July's heat. Clothes hit the dock in a heap. Then, water. Cold enough to steal my breath, warm enough not to kill me.
When we finally got out, shivering and laughing, Leo handed me my hoodie without a word. We walked home dripping, sneakers squelching, not needing to name what had changed. nudis teen
The Dare