I press my erection against her, and she smiles against my lips. I bring my mouth downwards and kiss her neck and Kennedy brings me closer, tightening her legs around me.
We talk about having sex all the time, but it's impossible because we never get the opportunity. Hopefully, this holiday will be the chance we need.
After a couple of minutes, we reluctantly peel apart when we hear the front door unlock. I catch my breath and look down before deciding to slide into a chair at the kitchen table. Kennedy joins me, cheeks slightly pink. "Did you bring protection?" she murmurs, as Bonnie and Erin step into the house.
"Shit. I didn't." While I hoped we'd get a chance during these holidays, I didn't actually plan for it. Which is stupid, because I'm usually organised. "Did you?"
She shakes her head. "It's alright though, we can go to the supermarket."
Bonnie and Erin arrive in the kitchen, both wearing bright pink workout clothes with their ponytails poking through the back of their caps. The pair of them refill their drink bottles as we chat about how we slept and how their run was.
Erin checks the pantry and fridge for anything left over from previous trips during the summer, but there's nothing except canned food and condiments. She's talking about breakfast when Liam enters the kitchen wearing almost the same outfit as yesterday. The only difference is that the ripped jeans are black and his t-shirt features a logo printed above the breast.
"Hello, hello," he says, waving like a member of the royal family. "Hello, Curtis. How are you this morning?" he asks when he sits beside me.
So he's being a weirdo again.
"Did you even brush your hair?" I say instead of answering him. I don't mean to insult him, but it just comes out. It's automatic. A survival reflex. Usually, I wouldn't be so rude — if my parents heard me, they'd give me a stern talking to. But this is the norm between Liam and me.
"It's meant to look like this," he answers, combing his fingers through his messy hair.
"Boys, listen," Erin says. "As I was saying, we don't have any food, which I forgot to account for yesterday. But is everyone happy to go out for breakfast and then go grocery shopping?"
Everyone makes sounds of agreement.
"Awesome," Erin says. "Grab what you need and we'll leave as soon as we're all ready."
"Yes, ma'am," Liam says with a mock salute. That earns him smiles from the girls, but my lips don't even twitch.
*
We walk from the beach house and quickly find a cafe facing the ocean. Thankfully, the breeze isn't too harsh, and the sun is out, so the weather is quite pleasant as we sit at an outdoor table. Kennedy and I sit beside each other, with Erin on the end. Sitting opposite from me is Liam, telling Bonnie a funny story about his Media class.
I clench my fork, and I don't know why. Maybe it's because Bonnie practically ran to sit next to Liam. Maybe it's because he's even charmed Erin.
Now, Kennedy jumps in to help tell Liam's story, laughing. I force myself to eat my eggs and toast, and a minute later, Liam finishes the big conclusion of the story. Erin is covering her mouth and Kennedy laughs loudly while literal tears gather in Bonnie's eyes. Come on. It's not that funny.
Liam catches my gaze as he chuckles. "Enjoying the food, Curtis?"
"Yep," I grumble.
Kennedy touches my elbow. "Hey," she says.
I look at her, and I know my annoyance is lingering on my face because she flinches.
"What's wrong?" she asks.
"Nothing! Nothing," I repeat, more calmly.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Then why are you acting like an asshole?"
I recoil. "What?"
"Liam's being nice to you," she whispers.
