Carjacked

"You're all cold and wet, wet isn't so bad, but cold, not good." He picks her up and walks out of the pond with her. Taking her back to the blanket and laying her on the ground, he lays next to her, his arm around her, and pulls the blanket over them. "There this should help us to warm up." He smiles at her.
 
Celia smiled back, snuggling into his warm flesh.

"Thanks...I am cold." Her head was swimming. How many beer did she drink? She shrugged the thought away, it didn't matter. She thought for a moment that the man she was lying next to had practically kidnapped her! What was she doing? but those thoughts also faded away, lost in the sea of alchohol in her mind.

"You're warm!" She said softly and ran a hand up Mark's back.
 
"I somehow manage to always stay warm, usually right around 98.6 degrees. I'm not sure why, it just happens." He smiled and sighed softly as she ran her hand up his back. He has always enjoyed the light touches of the fairer sex, there didn't have to be anything sexual about it, it was just a good feeling over all.
 
"I'm.....tired..." The alchohol and cool swim were catching up to Celia. She snuggled in closer to Mark and closed her eyes. An alarm was going off in her brain, but she pushed it away, throwing her leg over his.
 
"Then feel free to sleep, I assure you, you're virtue is perfectly safe with me." He scooted a little closer to her, feeling her young body against his, just trying to help keep her warm, he ran his fingers through her hair. "I'll let you nap for a little while, then I'll let you go home if you want to."
 
Celia could hear his words, but only just. Her breathing became soft and regular and her body went a bit limp as she fell into a warm sleep.
 
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