like a declaration. "No classes, no homework, nothing to look forward to except weeks and weeks of sunshine."brbrRaina and her friends were spending the day at Carson Kiefer's house, lounging by the pool, under a clear blue sunny sky.
Burgers sizzled inside the mammoth grill on the patio, and the aroma mingled with the scents of sunscreen and chlorine.brbr"I heard the school board wants to have year-round classes," Holly Harrison said. She was sitting on a towel at the side of the pool
painting her toenails a flamboyant shade of hot pink.brbr"Forget it," Carson said. "We need a break." He took a running leap off the diving board and cut like a knife through the water. He swam the length of the pool underwater, coming up beside Kathleen McKensie's float.brbrShe opened one eye. "If you splash me, I'll shoot you."brbr"Crabby."brbr"I've just covered myself with sunscreen and I don't want it washed off." She lifted her sunglasses to look at him treading water next to her. His brown eyes danced and droplets of water clung to his buttery tanned shoulders. "If I didn't burn to a crisp without it, I wouldn't mind," she said. "But que sera, sera." She resettled the dark glasses on her nose and rested her head again on the cushioned pillow of the float.brbrHe tossed his head and slung beads of water over her body. "Did I get you wet?"brbrShe ignored him.brbr"Want me to lick the water off?"brbrInstantly, her face flushed bright red. "Go away."brbrHe laughed. "Maybe you'd taste like coc?û=p£×ÿ¾Û€
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