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And yeah…I’ve thought about it.
Who wouldn’t? Look at her, with those pouty lips, bright blue eyes like the sea, a tiny waist I’m sure my hands would encompass if I held her, and a sexy little ass that looks great in those shorts. Tatum Danvers is cute as hell.
Okay, maybe I’ve thought about it a lot.
Maybe I think about it so much because Tatum is forbidden fruit to me. Just one taste of my best friend’s sister is all I crave.
“So listen…” Tatum trails off.
I clench a fist and lean casually against the counter, bracing my forearm until my dick behaves in my joggers. Jesus, I’m fucked up. She’s right there and I’m thinking about shit I have no business entertaining in my mind.
Her gaze locks on my bare chest. It’s not the first time she’s seen me shirtless and blushed, but it’s the first time she’s been so open about it without averting her gaze and ignoring my physique. I lift a brow, interested in the reason for the change.
Dangerous path. Ah, fuck it. I’m curious.
“Yeah?” I prompt.
She licks her lips, drawing my attention to their fullness.
“Would you, like—” Tatum cuts herself off and curses under her breath. Gathering herself with a fortifying breath, she forges on, pinning me with her piercing gaze. “Would you want to hang out? Tonight, or this weekend if you’re busy.”
“Jacks is going surfing with me after his shift. You can ride with me if you don’t want to ride your bike to the beach.”
Her shoulders sag slightly, but she steps closer, putting a small hand over mine where I’m braced against the counter. Damn, her hand is so tiny compared to mine. I bet if she placed her palm against mine, I could curl my fingers over hers and still have room to spare.
Tatum flexes her grip on my hand. “No, uh. I mean hang out just…just you and me.”
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TATUM
Just you and me. There. I did it. It’s out there.
My breath catches as I wait for Cooper’s answer. He’s not really paying attention, focusing on my hand over his. Oh crap. Am I being too forward? What’s the big deal, guys are forward all the time.
See how shitty social constructs are? No one needs this kind of stress in their life. I’m just a girl trying to ask a boy to—the chorus fromDickby StarBoi3 plays in my head because sometimes when I can’t sleep I spend way too long stuck in a dissociative endless scroll through TikTok.
Crudely, yes, what I’m doing is asking Cooper to tear up my pussy with his dick and send it to an early grave. Please. Preferably multiple times throughout the summer, because I’m sure this is going to take a few tries for me to learn. Strictly for educational purposes, of course.
Except…
Oh shit. There’s no recognition in his gaze. He doesn’t get what I’m asking at all, despite how closely we’re standing.
Cooper hitches a shoulder and plays with the condensation on his glass, tracing a finger through the path and sucking the gathered moisture from his finger. My mouth drops open at the sight and my mind supplies helpful segues of what else he could do with that mouth, my imagination running wild with sexy fantasies. Oh god. My face heats.
He chases it with a deep drink of his lemonade. I’m fixated on the bob of his throat as he swallows.
“Sure,” he says. “We can chill sometime.”
The off-limits agreement me and my brother have is really coming back to bite me in the ass if Cooper doesn’t see me as anything more than his friend’s sister. Damn it. My fingers curl into my palm once I rip it back from resting over top of his.
The weird moment of intimacy between us breaks when he shifts away, stretching his sculpted arms overhead and giving me a tantalizing show of his bare back as his shoulders flex with the movement.
My mouth goes dry. Jesus, does he have to be such a fine specimen? Naturally athletic, he exudes confidence that makes my pulse thrum whenever he’s around.
The thing about Cooper is he’s hot, but he knows it. He’s the type of guy who is totally aware of the effect he has on girls when he shows off his body and doles out those heart-stopping crooked smirks like free candy.
Not only that, he’s tactile. Like that thing with my arm a second ago. I believe he thrives on the attention he gets when he flirts like it’s a pro sport.
