Page 27 of Heat & Hard Candies

“That sounds perfect.” I took another one of his grapes. “You know you don’t need to save these for me, right?”

“I know. I want to.” He took my last chunk of pineapple. “You have to fuck me when you get horny from reading all those books. No getting yourself off.”

“Fine.” My face was definitely red, but I didn’t mind it. He probably knew I was embarrassed anyway.

“Are you ready for bed yet, Beautiful?” Kyle asked.

“Yep.” I stood, and he did too. When he offered me his elbow, I slipped my hand in the crook of it. “Only three more days.”

“It’s about fucking time.”

Another laugh escaped me.

He pulled me closer. “That’s got to be the best sound in the world.”

“Don’t be silly.”

“I like being silly.” He tucked me closer to his side. “I didn’t show you what was in my care package.”

“That’s not the package I want to see of yours.”

He barked out a laugh. “I’ll show you every package I’ve got.”

I smiled. “What did you bring?”

“Hard candies. An assload of them. No one ever brings that shit, but it’s nice to have something to snack on during the long-ass days on the island.”

“Good idea. Grandmas all over the world agree with you.” I bumped his hip with mine. “Did you bring caramels?”

“I did.”

“Then you’re the perfect granny, aren’t you?”

“Damn straight.”

We exchanged grins, and continued to our room together.

The night was perfect.

We only hadsex once before calling it a night, and stayed up late talking about everything under the sun.

Books.

Kinks we didn’t really possess.

Food

Kinks wedidsort of possess.

Parenting.

Board games.

Stars.

Places we wanted to see.

It was already the next morning when we finally fell asleep.

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