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“You two stay here,” Jeremiah says. “Me and Easton need to handle some things.”
We nod, but the moment they walk away, Tully calls out to her cheerleader friends.
I plop down in the sand and hope to get through the rest of this day without any more awkwardness.
* * *
An hour later
Easton
You told me that you were studying with Kevin today.
That’s what he said to lure me into coming here…You didn’t mention anything about a date with my sister.
Easton
She’s not supposed to be here. It was supposed to be just me, Jeremiah, and some guys from some frats we met last year. She drove here with her friends.
How very convenient.
Easton
Don’t let him touch you again…
Jeremiah signalsfor me to walk over when the fire pit is ready,
“Okay,” he says, opening a box. “We’ve got beer soaked marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers. You get to make a s’more for me as a thank you.”
“What an honor.”
“You’re very welcome.” He smiles and calls out for other people from the tent to join him.
I pick up one of the sticks, and as I stab a marshmallow, Easton moves next to me.
“Have I mentioned how fucking beautiful you look today?”
“Yes.” I swallow. “Thank you.”
“It’s taking a lot for me not to touch you right now,” he whispers against my skin. Then he tugs at the knot on the back of my top. “When did you buy this swimsuit?”
“It was a gift from Kevin.”
“Hmmm.” His hand travels down to my back, setting my skin on fire. “Do you think his long-term game is to ultimately pull a friends-turned-lovers thing with you?”
“I doubt it,” I say, looking off into the distance where Kevin blushes with some other guy. “You should probably take your hand off me now. People are starting to make their way over here.”
“So?”
“Easton…” I suck in a breath as he tugs at the strings on my bottom. “You can’t.”
He lets out a long sigh and steps back. He looks as if there’s something more he wants to say, but he walks away.
I finish making a s’more and look around for Jeremiah. Since he’s chatting with someone at the tent, I devour the treat and start making another one.
Looking over my shoulder, I spot Tully sitting in Easton’s lap and snapping pictures.
He’s not looking at her camera at all, though.
