It was almost lunch time on another Saturday at the Y, a week since I’d been with Corey. I sat on my perch, watching the pool, when a familiar voice called up to me.
“Hey, Pete.”
I glanced down to see Corey standing there, wearing a T-shirt and shorts. Christ, but he looked good to me. And that was dangerous.
“Hey, Corey. You get a membership now?” I looked back out at the pool.
“Yeah, yesterday. Is it time for lunch?” he asked.
“Imminent. My relief is on his way.” I pointed in the distance to the other lifeguard heading in our direction.
“Have lunch with me?” he asked, hopeful.
“Sure.”
Riley walked up and waved. I climbed down.
“See you in a bit,” I said, walking away with Corey behind me. “I’ll meet you out front,” I said.
“Okay.”
I got my wallet out of the locker and met Core
