Still my favorite view I’ve ever had.… Well. One of them.
She bit her lip, smiling now.
Okay. But I’m wearing biker shorts and bringing bug spray.
Deal. I’ll be the guy in the Tritons hoodie pretending he doesn’t know he’s hot shit.
You’re not pretending, McKenzie.
God, I’ve missed your mouth.
She slid onto her back, grinning like an idiot, phone still in her hand, heart racing for all the right reasons.
She was curled up under her throw blanket, half-watchingRansom Canyon, half-scrolling Instagram— but her mind was nowhere near the show or her phone.
It was still with Dylan.
The way he said,“God, I’ve missed your mouth,”was playing on a loop in her brain.
Her mouth.
She bit her bottom lip. Hard.
She’d never done that.
Not with him. Not with anyone.
She’d thought about it— gawd, she’d thought about it— but never actually followed through. Even back then, when things with Dylan had been intense and emotional and real… she hadn’t been ready.
And after? After the hospital, after everything— she never really trusted anyone enough to go there again.
There had been guys. A few kisses. One or two whose hands had wandered. She let it happen, up to a point. Just enough to remind herself she was alive.
But she always stopped it.
Always backed off before things could go any further. Before clothes came off. Before expectations took over.
Ashley used to tease her about it, told her to “just get laid already.” Ali would laugh, brush it off, say she was busy or picky or not into hookup culture.
And now… after last night… after that wall… her whole body was buzzing with need.
She pressed her thighs together, lips parting instinctively as she remembered the way he felt— hard and hot, sliding deep inside her like he belonged there.
Her cheeks flushed.
She wanted to feel him again. Wanted to please him. Taste him.
Gawd, what would it feel like to have him in her mouth?
The thought made her stomach flutter and heat pool low. She didn’t even know how to ask for that. Didn’t know if she could say the words out loud. She wasn’t bold like that.
But maybe… maybe she could give him a hint.
She sat up, grabbed her phone, and opened their thread.
Then she stared at the blinking cursor for a solid two minutes.
Typed. Deleted. Typed again. Deleted.
