Page 3 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
Blake catches her kiss and pins it to his heart. Unlike me, Blake is an outrageous flirt. But a harmless one. He was born immunocompromised and was sick through much of his childhood. He likes to make up for lost time with his antics now. And he gets off on the potential of getting a girl more than the reality of one.
“Hey.” Blake backhands my shoulder to get my attention. “What’d you wanna ask me earlier?”
“Where’s Bristol? It’s her party and she’s not even here.”
He shrugs. “Bristol!” Blake shouts to be heard over the noise of the yard.
“You don’t have to yell,” she responds from directly behind us. “What?”
A big smile takes over my face as I sit up and turn in my chair. I’ve known Bristol most of her life but haven’t seen her in a long time. Blake and I were away at college for years, and then I got my own place after graduation. So even though he moved back in with his parents for a bit, we haven’t hung out here for any significant period of time since high school. In my mind, she’s still a kid in braces and pigtails.
Holy shit. That’snota kid in braces and pigtails.
“Oh, hey, Wyatt.” Her voice has that bored teenager affectation, but I still recognize it. That’s about the only thing I recognize.
The woman standing in front of me is not my little Brie.
I shake my head to clear it. And then, double take.
“What the—” My eyes bug, and my jaw drops as I look her up and down. The girl I’ve looked after like a sister for most of my life…is no longer so little.
And the only thing covering her grown body is a fucking tiny red bikini.
Minuscule, really.
And she looks incredible in it.
“What are you wearing?” My voice croaks. I try to clear my throat, but my mouth is too dry. There’s so much creamy skin on display. My mind races as my eyes flit from one place to another, trying to take it all in simultaneously and decipher what I see.
My god, she’s exquisite.
I start at her feet, cataloging the long-ass legs. From her shapely calves, over her knees to her toned thighs—
Thighs I want to wrap around my shoulders while I bury my face—
Gah! Abort thoughts! Abort thoughts!
I take a deep breath to try to calm my mind.
Where the hell did that come from?
Blake turns to follow my gaze. “For fuck’s sake, Bristol. Go put some clothes on.”
She shrugs like it’s no big deal. “I do have clothes on. This is my bathing suit.”
And what a suit it is.
My thoughts practically lick their lips.
I can’t be looking at Bristol like this.
Except I am.
She’s like my little sister.
I have a little sister, and she looks nothing like that.
“Blake is right,” I squeak. Then try to clear my throat again. “You need to put some clothes on.”
