Page 101 of Tourist Trap

June glares at him as only a best friend can do to the man you're inevitably head over heels for.

We're on the third round, and, to everyone's surprise, each team has won one round. We both are only two points away from the predetermined ten-point requirement, but it's getting increasingly hard to concentrate.

One, I was up at the asscrack of dawn to work, and it's nearly five. Two, my super hot boyfriend stands across from me, looking, well, super hot. My eyes lock on Miles's, and he smiles wide at me, winking, and my mind spirals on all the filthy things a simple winkcould mean.

A moment later, the ball hits the sand right next to me.

"What the fuck, Claire!" Lainey yells from behind me.

"Hey! He was distracting me," I say, giving Miles a glare.

"Gotta keep your head in the game," he says with a smile.

My glare deepens. "Who the fuck are you, Troy Bolton?"

His brow furrows. "I don't know who that is," he says as June tosses the ball over to her brother.

I blink at my boyfriend. "You don't know whoTroy Boltonis? Oh, god, that's a crime. We need to?—"

"Claire!" June yells, her competitive side winning once again. "Flirt with your boyfriend later. We've got some boys to beat."

I look to said boyfriend, who is smiling wide at me, and I realize two can play this game.

While Grant serves, I reach back and take the ponytail holder out from my hair, grateful the wind is blowing toward us so it's not in my face before I stretch my hands behind my back, my boobs pushing out in Miles's direction. June spikes the ball over the net, knocking Miles in the head before it falls to the ground.

I turn to June, giving her a high-five before turning back to face Miles.

"It's so on," he says with a grin as Lainey serves the ball.

"Is it? I didn't realize."

Grant sets the ball, and Deck hits it over right to Lainey.

"You're getting it when we get home."

"Promise?" I ask, then watch heat flare in his eyes as the ball goes to him. He hits it over with ease, right to me, but when I try to hit it, I come in wrong, sending it wild to where no one could save it.

"No!" June shouts on a disappointed laugh.

"Sorry," I say with a cringe, walking over to hug my friends.

We watch as the guys huddle together, all excitedly shouting in celebration.

"They're kind of cute, you know?" I say, watching Deck, Grant, and Miles all jump like they're fifteen instead of over twice that. I can't help but smile as I watch them, both because it's hilarious but also because it's so good to see Mileshappy.

"I think you're just in love," June says, but Miles is bounding over for a good game kiss before I can even respond.

THIRTY-FIVE

CLAIRE

We're walking along the sand an hour later, looking for shells when Miles is fiddling in his pocket, and I look at him confused. His face turns red as he bends quickly, grabbing something he dropped out of the sand.

"What was that?" I ask.

"What was what?" he says, but he's blushing, so I know it wasn't in my head.

"What did you drop?"

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