His strong, muscular arm curls around my waist, flexing as he pulls me closer, molding my body to his.
His hand slips under my hoodie, splaying his fingers across my belly while his thumb strokes my skin in slow, teasing circles, sending shock waves through me.
The touching under the shirt is new, but I haven’t stopped him.
If anything, I want him to move his hand up higher…to touch memore.
Only I’m too embarrassed to bring myself to say it, so I hope he figures it out sooner rather than later.
It took me three weeks to work up the courage to initiate a kiss. There’s no way I can tell him I want to go to second base.
A quiet moan escapes at the image of his tongue in my mouth, his large hand cupping my breasts, playing with…oh god.
“Hey, losers.” Leo’s voice shatters the moment.
I jerk away from Nate so fast I nearly fall off the log seat. Gasping for air, my whole body flushes in embarrassment.
How does he make me forget where we are every second we’re together?
I’ve never been more grateful for an interruption in my life.
I swivel, searching for my brother. Thankfully, his back is turned, and he is deep in conversation with one of his football friends.
Even though I’ve gotten more comfortable around him with Nate, that kiss was a lot…it wasmore. And I’d rather die than have him see Nate’s hand up my hoodie.
“Don’t be a dickface, Leo,” Nate snaps.
Leo smirks but shoots me an apologetic look. “No one’s paying attention. I was only teasing you two.” He gestures between us. “You may proceed.” He laughs, then tosses a bag of marshmallows to Nate for our s’mores.
His silly humor always makes me laugh. “You’re an idiot.”
“Takes one to know one.” He playfully sticks out his tongue, then lets out a low whistle under his breath as Bethany Tucker walks by our bonfire. “I’d marry her tomorrow.”
I notice most of the guys are staring.
“She looks like Annabelle,” Nate mutters.
I frown, my stomach sinking. “Who’s Annabelle?”
Leo snaps his fingers at Nate. “Shit, you’re right, bro. No wonder I get a hard-on every time Beth is nearby. I’ve been crushing on Annabelle since the first time Sadie brought her around.”
“Hello.” I wave my hand between them, mildly irritated now.
“I see the green monster has reared its ugly head.” Nate waggles his brows.
I narrow my eyes at Nate but refuse to admit anything. “Who is Annabelle?”
“She’s best friends with a girl we grew up with. She lives in England, so we don’t see her often. But she and Beth could be related. They look freakily similar.”
“Oh.” I watch Bethany, along with half the other campers, walking around socializing with everyone.
Although I haven’t had many opportunities to talk to her, she seems the most approachable of the older, popular girls.
“Whenever I see you, you’re flirting with a different girl. Just go talk to her,” I tell Leo.
He sighs wistfully. “Beth is not just any girl. There needs to be wining and dining. She’s girlfriend material.”
“Wining and dining? We’re in the middle of the woods.” I gesture toward the impending trees surrounding us.
