I watch from behind as he takes mincing steps over the harmless flat rocks and sand. Silly city boy, probably thinks there’s piranhas in there. This is the only way to the swimming hole, so he’s just gonna have to get used to it. I linger behind him, observing how the sun dapples his skin. I love the angle from his neck to his shoulders. All I can think of is that he would look perfect standing there completely naked, just another element of nature. The water is a bit cold, yes, and I think I can see goosebumps on his skin despite that it’s nearly 100 degrees out here. Fuck it, why are we wearing clothes anyway? When we get to that swimming hole, I’m going to go pull his shorts down. He will probably never let me touch his body the way I want to, but if I can wring skinny-dipping with him out of a harmless prank it’ll be enough to get me through this summer.