Page 94 of Never Will I Ever

“Nope. All good.”

Let the record state, I am not good. I’m barely holding it together, but there’s no chance in hell I’m giving him the satisfaction of letting him know that. Especially when the dickhead has the audacity to continue acting like a saint, letting out a little hum and nodding toward the bag of marshmallows.

“Hand me some of those, will ya? I think I want another s’more.”

Swallowing harshly, I grab the bag and hold it out to him, careful not to let my skin come into contact with his. Touchinghim is the last thing I need to do, and God knows if I don’t put some space between us soon, I can’t be held liable for what might follow.

“And just so you know, you’ll be even better when it’s your body I’m licking chocolate off of later tonight.”

Yep. I’m gonna lose it. Right here, right now.

“You’re playing with fire,” I warn, nostrils flaring, but it only makes his grin wider.

“Counting on it, baby.”

Gritting my teeth, I step away from him and head toward Elijah, who is chatting with Max and Dayton by the fire. Of course, the jackass may as well be beaming at this point at my attempts to use the kids as a shield from him stirring my libido any further.

Will there ever be a day he doesn’t see right through me?

As I drop onto the log beside Elijah, I catch Colton watching me, a curiosity in his gaze when it locks with mine. Like his older brother’s, it’s a little unnerving, despite him being only eleven.Maybe because Kaleb and I have been doing our best to keep them, along with all our campers, in the dark about what’s going on between us.

Something we’ve been doing a damn good job of, as far as I’m concerned.

Yet, from the discerning look on his younger brother’s face as his eyes move from me to Kaleb, I have a feeling we’ve somehow blown that to smithereens.

Twenty-Five

Kaleb

It’s the time of day the kids hate but I’ve come to look forward to the most: lights out.

Cabin by cabin, I quickly take headcount by checking that everyone is ready for bed, and more importantly, actuallyinsaid bed. Which never seems to be the case when it comes to Bradley,and tonight is no different.

“Bed. Now,” I tell him before pointing at his bunk, leaving no room for debate in my tone.

I could’ve been a bit gentler about it, but my anticipation has me on edge. My mind has been firmly fixated on thoughts of melted chocolate dripping all over Avery’s sinful body, which has been playing on a loop for the past two hours.

And Bradley’s antics are drawing out the time I have to turn my fantasy into reality.

Thankfully, the last stop I have for the night is the cabin Elijah and the twins are sharing, and they’re always the easiest to wrangle into bed. A quick knock on the door before opening it reveals the three of them already on their respective bunks, chatting animatedly together.

Elijah included.

Well, I’ll be damned.

My lips curl up, knowing Avery’s attempts at breaking through to Elijah—and subsequently, breaking him out of his shell—seem to be working when we aren’t around to see it too. A little tidbit of information I can’t wait to share with him later. Preferably after we’ve both collapsed from exhaustion.

The conversation between the three boys dies down when they notice me standing in the doorway, and I quickly school my features before uttering, “Lights out, guys.”

A couple grumbles echo through the cabin, and I let out a chuckle before flicking the lightswitch off.

I’m not foolish enough to think they’ll go to bed immediately; I was a camper here at one time too. But they can talk in the dark until they fall asleep for all I care, because they’re the only things standing between me and Avery in my bed.

“Goodnight,” I call over my shoulder before pulling the door closed behind me.

A stupid smile crosses my face as I descend the cabin steps, thinking I’m finally in the clear. That’s when I hear the door open and my name being called.

Turning, I find Colton standing there, barefooted and in his pajamas, illuminated by the light above the cabin door.

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