Our Turn

Havermouth, River House, Five Years Before

Six cars arrived, spilling out a good portion of the football and cheerleading teams. They began to build a fire in a firepit set to the side of the house and set out supplies that indicated they intended to be there for a while. Several stripped down into their underwear and picked their way down the riverbank to swim in the water, their shrieks and the sounds of their splashing carrying up to where Aislen continued to work on her sketch.

Rhett had stepped inside of the house with Cameron and Heath, and the three were engaged in an intense, hushed conversation involving many glances out the filthy windows to Aislen. Cameron came out and stripped off his clothing next to her.

“You are good,” he said, leaning over her in just his boxer shorts. She could smell animals and hay tangled up in the scent of his deodorant, sweat and skin – a combination that shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was, she admitted ruefully. She was still aroused from Rh