I am scarred for life. No, you should not breathe another word of this, Goldie.
Goldie
Thought so. Goes both ways, fellas.
Noah
Camden, you’re being awfully quiet.
I notice that you are as well, Noah. Why is that?
Noah
My hand works just fine.
Goldie
Milo’s hand works better than any hand I’ve ever had.
“Okay, this is getting out of control.” I press my thumbs to my eyes, while Dahlia cackles.
That’s going too far!
Tully
I just threw up.
Noah
Sorry. I guess I asked for that.
Goldie
That’s what she said.
This is going downhill fast.
A text comes through on the other thread with my dad agreeing about the sexual tension.
“Fuck me.”
Dahlia’s wiping tears away. “Your family is way more fun than mine.”
“We’re lunatics.” I wave my phone. “The only good thing out of this convo is that maybe Camden will finally ask Juju out. Doubtful, though. He’s been avoiding that practically his whole life.”
I finish up the texts and set my phone down.
“Okay, what would you like to do today?” I ask.
“Well, I finally got a time out of Christian,” she says. “It’s not until seven, which isn’t long before Chloe’s bedtime, but whatever. We don’t have to do anything special. Just stepping outside on the beach sounds good to me.”
“Let’s spend some time out there then.” I squeeze her against me and ignore my hard-on. I’d spend the day in bed with her, but I don’t want her to miss out on the beach. I kiss her hair and sit up. “Breakfast on the beach?”
Her eyes wander down my body when I get out of bed, and I don’t miss the way she licks her lips when she sees my dick standing at attention.
I point at her. “I’ll never leave this room if you keep looking at me like that.”
“Doesn’t sound all bad.” She presses her lips together, the way I’m learning she does when she’s embarrassed.
