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“Sasha.” Someone interrupts us and I abruptly let go of her. “I told your grandpa that he doesn’t need all that salt, but he’s complaining that we ran out of chips.”

I can tell right away this is Sasha’s grandma.

“Cash, this is Grandma Jo,” Sasha clears her throat and introduces us.

“Short for Jolene.” She holds her hand out and I take it.

“Like the song?” I ask jokingly.

She leans in and whispers in my ear. “Dolly wrote that song about me, ya know.” She pats my shoulder and Sasha can’t contain the laughter when I look at her for confirmation.

Grandma Jo shrugs innocently. “My hair used to be red once.” She winks, tucking a piece of grey hair behind her ear.

“Cash is my boss at the record store,” Sasha explains. “He gave me a ride home when my Jeep wouldn’t start, and I wrangled him into helping set up for the party.”

I’d forgotten all about her Jeep until now.

“That was so nice of you,” Grandma Jo says sweetly.

I can see so much of Sasha in her.

“I’ll go see if we have some more chips in the pantry,” Sasha says, and as she walks away, she looks at me over her shoulder.

When I turn back to Grandma Jo, her sweet expression has been exchanged for one of concern. “My granddaughter is very special to me,” she says.

No doubt she was witness to our intimate moment. I might have kissed her if we weren’t interrupted, and I’m more grateful to Grandma Jo than she realizes. I nod, acknowledging what she’s covertly trying to convey.

“Thank you for letting me celebrate your anniversary with you.” I nod, letting her know I understand her warning.

She gives me a knowing look as she pats my arm and walks over to a group of people, greeting them. Looking around the patio at all of Sasha’s family and friends, I realize how bad of an idea this is. When summer is over she’ll be gone, and I’ll still be here.

I walk into the house, past the kitchen and into the bathroom. I grip the sink, letting the water run cold before splashing some on my face. What I really need is a cold shower.

What the fuck am I doing?I ask myself, taking a deep breath. I’m playing with fire every time I touch her. When I lift my head to look in the mirror, I see Sasha standing behind me and our eyes lock.

She stands there like the perfect fucking present in her yellow sundress, like she was made just for me. When she reaches for me, I grab onto her waist, crashing my mouth to hers. My hand grips the back of her head and my fingers sink into her hair, bringing her closer to me. I explore her mouth, parting her lips with my tongue, because I can’t seem to get enough of her.

I lift her up on the sink and stand between her legs. My body reacts to her in ways that I’m not prepared for. Her palms burn a hole through my shirt as they move up and over my shoulders. Every nerve ending in my body feels alive.

Fuck meif she doesn’t taste exactly like she smells.

Peppermints.

15

WILDFIRE SEASON

SASHA

Plastic Hearts by Miley Cyrus

The sun peeks through the morning clouds as the fog begins to lift. Anger licks at my skin, crawling up my chest and into my neck. I stand at the end of my dirt driveway, staring at my Jeep.

The keys are sitting on the driver’s seat, but there is no note, no phone call, and no text from Cash. I know it was him. Who else could it have been?

After confirming that the Jeep starts right up, I turn it off and slam the door shut. It’s a nice gesture, but the circumstances taint it. Did he still feel guilty about kissing me and then disappearing without saying goodbye?

I bite my lip, remembering the smell of gasoline and leather as he leaned into me. I feel like a moth to a flame when he’s around. When my hand was on his chest, I could feel how fast his heart was beating. I know he wanted to kiss me while we were dancing, and Grandma Jo interrupting us was strategic on her part.

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