Finally, when the coast was clear, Christina swaggered up to Nicole. Her heart pounded against her ribs, but at the same time she felt ultra-confident. "So, my mom says you're driving me home."
Nicole, with her copper complexion and short dark hair, smirked and asked, "Oh, am I really?"
"Yes, yes," an eavesdropping grandmother chimed in. "Nicole, I forgot to mention, Christina lives in Bracebridge too. I figured you could give her a ride."
The butch diver's grin grew self-assured. Her gaze locked with Christina's as she nodded. "I'll give her a ride. No problem."
Christina loved a good double-entendre. "You're sure it's no trouble?" she teased. "And you can take me all the way?"
Nicole nodded, crossing her arms in front of her decorated chest. "I can get you there."
Girl looked good in that uniform. Damn good.
After hugging the hero, kindly grandparents sent them home with leftovers galore.
"I think my family likes you," Nicole laughed as they got into her car. "They've never been so insistent about me going home with a girl." She revved the engine, and they were off.
Christina's heart jumped into her throat. Were they speeding, or was her body just crazy with desire? "Oh, so now you're coming home with me? I thought you were just giving me a ride."
After a moment of silent seduction, Nicole said, "Your call."