When I approach the drinks table, I crack the lid off a beer bottle and take three large sips before beginning the second half. I’m trying to keep focused, but I can’t stop thinking about the way Ivy’s mouth moulded to mine, how our tongues brushed over one another, how I pinned her to the wall.
Good girl.I cooed. And fuck. She came all over my hand so fucking hard.
The ball slips past me and I curse to myself. A hand swats my shoulder, and I find Finn in my direct eyeline. “What’s the matter with you?” He scowls.
I don’t know why he’s taking this so seriously, it’s just a bit of fun.
“It’s hot,” I grumble, which isn’t an entire lie.
Finn rolls his eyes, and I ignore him. I continue to play the game—or at least attempt to, because I can’t focus for more than two seconds.
When the game is over, reality hits that we lostbadly.
Music starts blasting and people begin to build a bonfire for when the sun starts to set. I purposely didn’t look out into the crowd whilst playing in case my eyes met Ivy’s.
Then it would have been a dead giveaway.
I hate to admit the idea of sneaking around with Ivy gives me a sick thrill.
Finn is going to be furious if he ever finds out what went down between us, but right now it’s probably best that he doesn’t know. He’ll have to find out eventually, but that’s a future problem.
I float between groups until the fire is roaring and the sun has set, the sky lit up with stars that remind me of Ivy and our constellation hunting. My head turns towards the flock of people who are standing near the drinks table.
My gaze snags on Ivy instantly, she’s standing with Daisy, Isaac, and a girl I don’t recognise. Ivy is talking to Isaac and then laughs at something he says.
I raise my cup to my mouth and take a large gulp. Ivy chews on her plump bottom lip, the one I was sucking on a few hours ago. Her eyes wander from Daisy to the party around her and then in my exact direction.
Her mouth parts when she notices me staring, and I can’t help but smirk.
Ivy’s cheeks heat, and she looks back to Isaac as he speaks, but I can tell she’s trying not to look back at me. I press my hand into my pocket and dig out my phone, scanning through my contacts. We swapped numbers in case of emergency, but really I just wanted her number.
JJ:
Glad to know you’re still a bit flustered. Can’t stop thinking about me?
I hit send and flick my eyes back over to her. She plucks her phone from her pocket and glances at the screen, eyebrows pinched together. She shudders visibly, and I’m almost sure I can see her chest expand when she reads over the message.
She glances up at me from her phone and I drop my eye into a discreet wink. Her nostrils flare as she runs her thumbs across her screen quickly.
Ivy:
I’m not thinking about you. And I’m not flustered, I’m hot from the bonfire.
I smile, amused as I read over her text.
JJ:
The bonfire? It’s over on the other side of the beach. Just admit it, you liked riding my fingers. You most definitely liked coming.
Ivy’s throat bobs and she takes a tiny step backwards. Her head shakes, and she locks her phone, clutching it to her chest with trembling hands.
I breathe through my nose quickly and type another message.
JJ:
Are you embarrassed, Ivy? Because you shouldn’t be.
If only you knew what I’ve been dreaming of doing to you.
