Page 25 of Those Summer Nights (Sweet Cravings 2)

She rolled her eyes. “Sue me. And speaking of suing…you’ll be hearing from my lawyer about all the broken bones in my body. I’m basically a professional athlete! My bones are precious.”

“Did I actually hurt you?” I wasn’t at all afraid that she’d sue me, but I didn’t want her to be in pain. And I definitely didn’t want it to my fault that she didn’t make the cut for the U.S. volleyball team.

“Yes.” She waved her hand in front of her face, torso, arms, and legs. “Everywhere.”

Dramatic much? “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t sound sorry. But I guess I won’t sue you if you tell me what the hell you two were doing together? I couldn’t hear properly through the door. I could have sworn you said word farts.”

If only that hadn’t happened. I was in too good of a mood to care though. I laughed and walked past her and into our apartment. “He came to the ice cream shop to talk to me. He even brought a pizza since I missed out last week. We ate on the beach and…”

“I know. I had to order in because you abandoned me without any warning.” She stuck out her bottom lip and motioned to the Chinese takeout boxes on the coffee table. “But if the next thing out of your mouth is that you two made out under the stars, all is forgiven.”

I wish. I think I wish? God, I don’t know. I shook my head. “No, we didn’t kiss. We talked and went for a swim. He apologized about the other night. It was just really, really nice.”

“Nice? You have to give me a better adjective than that. And more details. Did you hold hands? Did you skip first base and go straight to second?”

I thought about his hands precariously close to my ass. There was no way I was going to have this conversation with her. I had a bad feeling it would just go straight into talking about anal. And I was done thinking about that. Besides, tonight felt…personal. I didn’t want to spill all the details. I wanted to bottle them up and keep them forever. What could I say to distract her from prying questions? “Well, I know what he smells like now.”

“Oh…you were close enough to get a good whiff of him? Does he smell as amazing as we thought he would?”

Even better. “He smells just like summer.”

“So…like…sweaty?” She made a face that squished all her features together.

I laughed. “No. Well, kind of, but in a good way. It was a mix of sunscreen, sweat, and saltwater. It was intoxicating. We hung out after he had worked all day, so it was ocean goodness.”

“Now we have to find out what he smells like when he cleans himself up properly.”

“Okay?” What was with her and male aromas? I liked how he smelled after work. I really really liked it. Probably too much for my own good.

“I guess this means you don’t want me to kill him anymore?”

I shook my head. “Definitely not.”

“So you’re going to date?”

“No. I think we’re going to try to be friends, I guess.”

“That was a weird sentence.”

I shrugged. “What? Why?”

“I think. I guess. Try. You’re going to land straight in his bed for sure.”

“Not going to happen. He doesn’t do long distance.”

“And summer doesn’t end for two months. Right now you’re super close distance. Why not take advantage of that for as long as possible? A sexy summer fling never hurt anyone.”

I laughed. “I’m focusing on myself, remember?”

“And just imagine how good you’d feel with his dick in you.”

So freaking amazing. I should have been reprimanding her, not daydreaming about the possibility of what she’d proposed. “You know what I mean, Kristen. I need to figure out my major. And figure out how to run for more than ten minutes at a time without feeling like I’m dying.”

“All of which you could do together. Besides, I’m sure he’s great at running. Doesn’t he have to run in slow motion every day as a lifeguard? He could teach you how to do that.”

I laughed.

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