Page 22 of My Summer Fling

One dance isn’t going to ruin this little deal we have … right?

One dance won’t make me fall …

“How doyou always smell so good?” he asks as he brings me close and we sway to the music. He isn’t holding me like we’re at a middle school dance. He holds me close to his entire body, and his left hand holds my right close to his chest. “Like coconut and lime, but sweet and warm.”

“I shower once daily. You should try it.”

He laughs and then swings me out from his body before I twist as he pulls me back in. I land with my back to his front, and I can’t help but lay my head back on his shoulder while we move back and forth. His body almost swamps mine, making me feel safe and cherished in this moment. I personally think there’s nothing better than feeling small in someone’s arms.

His chin rests on top of my head for a moment before he’s spinning me again, and we’re back facing each other.

“I have a feeling this summer is going to fly by.” His voice is low, like he’s telling me a secret. And even though I should know better by now, I look up into those brown eyes. The sincerity in them smacks me right across the face.

“Time flies when you’re having fun,” I joke. “And right now that bedroom is seeing a lot of fun.” I wink at him and spin again. “And the kitchen. And the living room. And the front porch that one time…”

When I trail off he smiles down at me and grabs my ass before giving it a little spank.

“Why aren’t we making out right now?”

“Because we’re in public,” I tell him like it’s completely obvious.

“Why does that matter?” He leans in closer.

“Because we aren’t a couple.” What we do stays private, behind closed doors, and definitelynotwhere anyone can see us. We are not a couple.

“Shut up and kiss me, Spitfire.”

His hands are suddenly cupping both sides of my face, and his thumb runs across my bottom lip. My resolve is failing. His eyes are making my heart flutter, and when he looks at me like this it’s like I’m the only person in the world. He’s so fucking good at making women believe that.

“Millie,” he whispers before hovering closer and ghosting his lips across my own.

“Fine,” I concede, giving in that last little distance and kissing him. It lasts longer than I would like for a public display of affection, but it’s just too hard to tell this idiot no.

“You know,” he says when we finally pull apart. He takes me back into his arms and sways back into the rhythm of the new song. He presses my face to his chest so I can’t see his face. “It doesn’t just have to be the summer.”

“What doesn’t?” I ask, shocked that he would ever think this could last longer than these two months. I pull back from him to look at his face. He looks shockingly serious.

Jesus Christ, we’ve barely been fucking for a few weeks, and he’s already trying to get me hooked on him again. I refuse to go down that road. I am older. I have my wits about me. I am not going to fall for this again.

It’s a fling. No emotions. No feelings. Just sex.

“I can see by your face that you know what I’m hinting at and that you are also very much against it.” His soft smile is infuriating. Like he’s suddenly all understanding and mature, no longer that fuck boy that doesn’t care about anyone other than himself.

“Noah,” I begin, but he cuts me off.

“It’s okay, Mills,” he says, kissing my forehead and then walking away from me to pick up his coffee and camera. When his back is turned, the guilt starts to set in. Which is so fucking unfair. “I get it. We made this agreement only a few weeks ago, and I’m already throwing a cog in it.”

He turns back to me and smiles. But this time it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Noah, I—”

“Seriously, Millie.” He smiles a bit more confidently this time. “I really understand. This is just a quick summer fling, and I don’t deserve more of you than that. And that’s okay. I will take what I can get and make the most of it.”

He kisses me softly on the lips.

“I actually forgot I do have to make a quick work call. It’ll only take five minutes. I’ll be right back, okay?”

I nod.

---