Riley:You’re incorrigible.
Grant: It’s your fault.
Riley: LOL. Oh, okay. I’ll remember that Lawson. Next time you want to sneak off.
Grant: So, you’re saying there’s a next time…
Riley:See you tomorrow?
Grant:Of course. Sleep well.
Grant climbed out of the truck and headed inside, his mind still full of Riley—the way she'd tasted, the sounds she'd made, the way she'd looked at him in the moment before her dad's spotlight had interrupted everything.
Fake dating.
Right.
He was fooling exactly no one. Least of all himself.
THIRTEEN
Riley
Riley woke up to sunlight streaming through her childhood bedroom window and her entire body humming with want.
Not ideal.
She stared at the glow-in-the-dark stars on her ceiling—the same ones that had been there since she was fourteen—and tried very hard not to think about Grant's hands. Or his mouth. Or the way he'd looked at her in his truck last night before her dad had interrupted them with a spotlight.
She failed spectacularly.
This is fine. This is totally fine.
Except it wasn't fine. Because yesterday she'd had sex with Grant in a barn, then made out with him at the tree lighting where Mrs. Ames caught them, then climbed into his lap in his truck in her parents' driveway where herfathercaught them.
All in one day.
Riley pressed her hands to her face and groaned.
What was she doing? What were they doing?
Her phone sat on the nightstand, taunting her with last night's text exchange.
Riley grabbed the phone and stared at the messages, her stomach already fluttering and she hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet.
This was supposed to be fake dating. Simple. Clean boundaries.
Instead, she'd spent yesterday having the best sex of her life followed by being unable to keep her hands off him in public.
Okay. New plan. This is vacation sex.
The thought crystallized with sudden clarity.
That's all this is. Vacation sex. It doesn't count.
She was home for the holidays. Grant was here. They had chemistry—clearly, abundantly, can't-keep-their-clothes-on chemistry. But it didn't mean anything beyond that.
She was leaving after New Year's. Going back to the city, back to her job, back to her real life.
