I’m determined to make the most of every encounter with her. I’ll squeeze and scrunch each one till there’s nothing left to wring from them.
But damn, am I spent. Joey absolutely paid me back for edging her against the bathroom countertop. She teased me,dragging her tongue along my shaft, only to pull back when she reached the head. And the way she told me I could come down her throat if I wanted? Shit, I almost called the paramedics, certain I was having a cardiac episode.
She had dinner plans with Millie, so I begrudgingly let her go. I walked her to the door and kissed her on the forehead. So subtly I’m not sure she realized she was doing it, she leaned into me and sighed. I nearly wrapped my arms around her waist and threw her back onto the bed. But she came to Greece to spend time with her cousin and replace memories from her disastrous trip from last year with new, happier ones. The last thing I want is to stand in the way, but fuck if I don’t wish I could have her all to myself.
23
Josefine
I kickmy cousin beneath the table. “Put your phone away.”
“Sorry.” She types furiously for a few seconds, then places her phone face down on the tablecloth.
“Who are you texting, anyway?” I ask, peering over my menu at her. “Ezra?”
“Nope. Not him.” She straightens her shoulders and picks up her menu without another word.
“What excursion did you sign us up for? And will it just be the two of us, or are we going with a group?”
The resort’s Asian fusion restaurant was a must tonight. Though I love Greek food, we agreed we could use a break from olive oil and tomatoes. Our server sets a pear Moscow mule in front of each of us, then takes our order. Millie chooses a teriyaki salmon dish, and I catch her peeking at her phone while I order two shrimp tempura rolls. The restaurant is covered, but three sides of the space are open, allowing the cool night air in. The orange textiles complement the white and Grecian blue outfits many of the vacationers here are dressed in.
“It’s a monastery hike,” she says once the server steps away. “With caves and a small gorge. It’s just us,” she clarifies. “The hotel said we didn’t need a tour guide.”
“How long is the hike? What do I need to bring?”
When we were kids, my dad took Millie, Asher, and me hiking regularly, but there’s not a lot of opportunity for hiking in New York City, unless walking along the Hudson River counts, so it will be fun to do it again.
“Um.” She picks up her phone and uses a finger to scroll. “It says here that it takes about an hour to hike down to Katholiko Bay. The ladies at the front desk said to wear closed-toe shoes and a bathing suit because the water is surrounded by rocks and there isn’t an accessible place to change.”
“All right, I can handle that.” I take a sip of my mule and relish the bite of the ginger beer. “What time do you want to leave?”
Turns out we’ll have to be up far too early for what’s supposed to be vacation. Millie swears it’ll be worth it, especially if we beat the heat and the other tourists.
“I guess we better make it an early night if you’re going to force me to get up at an ungodly hour.”
Cam is working this evening, but that doesn’t stop me from shifting in my seat and searching for him on the path outside the restaurant. The sun is at its picture-perfect peak, so I assume he’s busy, but the urge to text him hits me hard. I really didn’t want to leave him this afternoon, but I didn’t come here to do nothing but have sex. I want to explore and enjoy the island the way my dad would have wanted.
“Whatcha looking at?” Millie asks, draining the last of her cocktail.
“Hmm?” I bring my glass to my lips and follow suit.
“Don’thmmme. You’re looking for him, aren’t you?”
Slipping my fingers beneath the elastic of my tube topromper, I wiggle it just a little higher over my breasts. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You like him,” she says, placing her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her fists.
Leaning back in my chair, I fold and unfold the cloth napkin in my lap. “Sure. He’s hot as sin.”
“That’s not what I mean,” she says, angling in closer. “It’s okay to like him.”
“It’s just sex,” I murmur, careful to keep my voice low.
“It doesn’t have to be.” She sits up straight again and clears her throat. “I know your ex screwed you over, but Cam isn’t anything like that fuckboy.”
“You’re right,” I sigh. “But still?—”
Millie puts her hand up between us. “I’m not done,” she says. “Between Tyler and your mom’s history with men, I don’t blame you for having your guard up, babe. But…”
