Trust issues. He told me so.
He probably broke every rule in his personal rulebook by kissing me and touching me and eating me last night.
I broke mine.
The two of us make quite the pair, don’t we?
25
Davis
Mind over body.Mind over body. Mind over body.
Nope.
Not working.
Especially when every time Sloane sees something new on the map, she gasps, then squeals, then does a little butt wiggle.
It’s the butt wiggle that’s killing me.
I want to hold her ass while she wiggles it. I want to hold her ass while she’s riding me. I want to hold her ass while I’m kissing her. I want to hold her ass while she’s sleeping.
Mind over body. Mind over fucking body.
I should say something.
Something more thansorry.
Something likeSorry I kissed you, it won’t happen again, I like you, but I don’t do relationships, I know you understand, Jesus fuck, your pussy tastes like heaven and that was a good kiss.
Except everything I think to say ends withJesus fuck, your pussy tasted like heaven and that was a good kiss.
And I can’t say that to her.
So it’s just been awkward silence since.
Well, awkward on my part.
If she’s feeling awkward, she’s hiding it well.
“Look, Davis.Look. If this is Chicken Rock, look what’s due south.Your cabin. I mean, the cabin on your land. The one I wouldn’t set foot in if you paid me a pirate’s treasure. But it’s your cabin.”
“Been through the cabin.”
She squints at me. “But have you?” She taps the diary Uncle Guido brought, which is not, in fact, the same diary that Sloane took pictures of just a few days ago.
This diary has Walter Bombeck’s handwriting.
The real Walter Bombeck. The guy who founded Shipwreck while pretending to be Thorny Rock.
And while I’ve been looking over Sloane’s shoulder as she goes between reading the journal and studying the map, I haven’t processed a fucking word, because I’m too distracted by her ass.
“Look,” she says. “Thisdiary keeps sayingwhen I finally go to the light, it’ll be at sunrise, not dusk. Does that mean you have to go east from the cabin, or east from Chicken Rock? Was there a clue in the cabin? Did it have writing on the walls? Anything buried behind the walls?”
“It’s falling apart.”
She suddenly squints at me. “Why did you buy that land?”
