Page 97 of Lust & Lollipops

“I know what you’re going to say,” Cam began. “But I really think we should get you flying while we’re still on the island. You don’t want to adjust to being a fae without flying. It could make learning really difficult in the future.”

“Not happening.” I bit into my waffle viciously. “I have absolutely no desire.”

“But—”

“Isn’t there a pool somewhere in here? I’ve smelled chlorine a few times.”

Cam gave me a warning look. “You’re changing the subject.”

“Your mom put a new bikini in the bag. I could try it out.” I leaned over the table. “Or we could go skinny dipping.”

His eyes heated. “We need to practice flying.”

Despite his words, I could tell I was about to win the argument.

“The only time I’ve been skinny dipping was with a guy in high school,” I said.

As expected, a possessive gleam flashed in Cam’s eyes. “Where? When?”

“There was a lake outside the town. I was a junior.”

The water was so cold that we only went in to our ankles. I’d only been naked in front of the guy for a total of three seconds before I yanked my clothes on and got back in the car.

But Cameron didn’t need to know that.

Yet.

I’d tell him after he was thoroughly distracted by swimming.

“If we’re skinny-dipping in the pool, I want you naked on the beach afterward,” he finally said.

I made a face. “You know how I feel about sand.”

“You know how I feel about flight practice.”

“Pool and sand sex it is.”

Cam didn’t let me finish my breakfast before he hauled me down a hallway I’d never been through, and to a large indoor pool.

The next morning, I was running low on ideas, so I suggested hiking.

He didn’t love the idea, but I talked him into it once again.

We spent the day walking around the island, checking out absolutely everything. He knew I was just trying to avoid learning how to fly, but he held my hand and chatted with me the whole time anyway.

It was surprisingly fun.

When we got back, we showered and crashed in bed, watching another movie before we fell asleep together.

The next day, he brought his idea to the breakfast table.

“I want you to fly with me.”

I scowled.

Before I could shoot him down, he rephrased it. “You haven’t seen my phoenix form yet. I want you to fly on my back. We can look down at the Survival island while we do, to see if the next season has started filming yet.”

My unhappiness vanished. “Do you think they have?”

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