“But you never forget your first cougar, right?”
With a laugh, I pick up the tube of sunscreen she left on the chair and flip open the cap. I’m about to squeeze some into my palm when from the corner of my eye, I see her delicate fingers undoing the hot-pink strings at her back.
The two triangles slide loose and—
Plop.
“That’s a lot of sunscreen,” she remarks.
I stare down at my hand to find I’ve squirted nearly half the tube into it.
Jesus Christ.
Don’t fucking look, I tell myself.
Out loud, I direct a sharp order her way, keeping my gaze firmly at eye level. “Put your top back on.”
She eyes me likeI’mthe crazy one. “No. I told you I want to tan.”
“Do it in your bathing suit.”
“I don’t want tan lines.”
I have no idea how I’m managing to engage in conversation when her bare tits are in my face. Despite my valiant efforts, my gaze dips for a second.
I knew her nipples would be pink.
When I lift my head, she’s smirking like a brat.
“I’m not kidding,” I warn.
“Oh, I know. Neither am I. The top stays off,” Blake says airily. “Deal with it.”
“You’re impossible,” I mutter, staring intently at my feet. I’m worried that if I let myself look one second longer, even just at her eyes, I’ll lose every ounce of restraint I’ve built over the years of pretending I don’t see her.
God, I should’ve just stayed on the dock. Though in my defense, when I insisted on coming along for this boat ride, I didn’t factor in that she might decide to take her goddamn top off.
Hearing my phone buzzing, I lunge for it, desperate for a distraction.
MIRA
Paula’s mom just saw you on the lake. You didn’t tell me you were in Tahoe.
Shit. Bad distraction.
Mira lives on the north side of the lake. We hooked up a few times last summer, but I cut it off after she told me she was falling for me. They always fucking fall for me.
It’s a dick move, but I ignore the message. I don’t want to start things up again or send the wrong signals.
Then a second message pops up.
MIRA
Hit me up if you feel like it.
And a third message.
It’s a nude.
