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The truth of that statement hung between us like a living, breathing thing.
“Anyway,” I continued, “thank you for coming to get me today. And for teaching me how to make pie.”
“You’d better believe I’ll come and get you anytime it means I get to see you. And really, the pie was just an excuse.”
“For my mother?”
“So I could put whipped cream on your tits.”
A laugh shot out of me, my cheeks instantly hot. I threw half a strawberry at him. “You’re awful.”
“You like it. Throw another one.” He crouched just a little with his mouth open. So I tossed another half strawberry into the air, and he caught it with ease.
He bowed as he chewed, I clapped as I laughed, happy and miserable all at once. I wondered if it would always be this good. If I stayed, how long would we go on like this? We barely knew each other, but that didn’t seem to matter—the thought of leaving gutted me.
One of Remy’s brows rose. “Your face is dong that thing again.”
“Well,” I started, avoiding his eyes, “I was only thinking about how I have to leave in a few days.”
“I do my best not to think about that at all.”
“You’re a wise man, Remy Winfield. Has anyone ever told you that? Beside yourself, that is.”
“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” His smile twisted wickedly as he stalked around the island.
“I really am.” I stayed right where I was just to see what he’d do if I didn’t react at all. “I considered a career in comedy, but I reckon if I’m a glutton for criticism, I could just call my mother. Ahhh!” I squealed as he wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his scratchy scruff in my neck.
I set down my knife and turned in his arms, leaning back against the island, my chin tipped so I could gaze up at him.
“I hate that I’m leaving.”
“I hate that you’re leaving too. But I sure am glad to have you now.”
My heart broke a little at the ease in his words. It occurred to me then that he might only see me as a fling from his cousin’s wedding, and the thought cut deep. It was quite likely he’d never considered us beyond these few days—that to him, it might not be anything more serious than a tryst. And here I was, pining and mooning over an unavailable man.
It seemed to be my lot, falling for men I couldn’t have. And I’d been so sure this was different simply because I’d never felt this way, not ever. Meanwhile, it could be just another summer for him.
Cass warned me about this. I’d had ample opportunities to take her advice. If I really hadn’t wanted to stay with Remy, I’d have slept on someone’s floor, but I didn’t. I stayed because I knew what would happen. I suppose I just thought it would happen to him too.
“I was just thinking how lucky I was to have found you,” I said, shoving my feelings deep down into my heart where I could ignore them. “I only wish I’d slept with you from the start like you wanted.”
“Hey—who said I wanted?”
I gave him a look. “You. You literally said so.”
“Well, you always say you value my honesty.”
“It’s true,” I said, laughing. “But since I can’t time travel, I suppose I should make the best of what I have right now.”
Lips tilted in a smile, he leaned in and said, “Now that’s the spirit.”
His breath was hot as he nipped my lip, teasing me only briefly—he didn’t seem to have the patience for it either. His lips captured mine, mouth opening, tongue sweeping, and I melted into him, boneless and dazed.
No one could kiss me like Remy could.
Today, it was the combination of his playful tongue and purposeful lips, masterful and simple in design. I was breathless, my hands roaming his face, his neck, his silken hair. When my arms were around his shoulders, he picked me up, swiping away utensils and strawberry heads before setting me on the island with the slap of my bum against the surface.
I laughed, breaking the kiss, but Remy had moved on. His eyes were dark but his smile roguish as he gazed upon the skin he exposed when he pulled my tank off, setting it aside so it wouldn’t get dirty. With a reach and the flick of his fingers, my bra unclasped, and he slid it down my arms, leaving it with my top. My ribs were too tight, only allowing sips of air, my nipples peaking with the shallow rise and fall of my chest.
