Page 165 of P.S. I'm Still Yours

We’ve shared a bed every night since the fair, although we haven’t had sex again for no other reason than I’m exhausted by the time he’s done with me.

I swear this guy doesn’t get tired of making me come. Sometimes I think he likes it more than the actual fucking part. It’s like he has no interest in having sex unless I get off first.

We’ve only had two weeks together.

Two perfect, painfully addictive weeks. We laugh, cuddle, give each other nonstop orgasms, have deep talks about everything and anything, and shit, I’m so ridiculously in love with him it’s alarming.

I climb into my car a few minutes past 6:00 p.m. I’m supposed to be meeting the girls at Jamie’s place so we can get ready together before the bonfire.

At first, the bonfire was meant to be a going away party for Jamie and Shay, but it eventually turned into a going away party for all of us.

Soon, our little group will disassemble.

Everyone will leave Golden Cove and go back to college—except for Kane, who’ll go back to LA to try and salvage what’s left of his career.

I may never come back to this town, and it’s likely that adulthood will pull us all in different directions.

I climb into my mom’s car, toss my phone onto the passenger seat, and speed out of the restaurant parking lot without answering Cal.

He should know I wouldn’t miss what could be my last night with my friends for the world.

* * *

“Wait… so you haven’t had the talk yet?” Jamie asks when we settle around the firepit in her backyard.

I snort at the term she chose, taking a quick sip of my wine. “We’re a little old for the birds and the bees talk, don’t you think?”

Jamie rolls her eyes, wrestling a smile. “No, I mean the ‘can we sleep with other people’ talk. You’re not really exclusive until you’ve had it. Just like you’re not officially dating until you’ve told everyone.”

There’s a hint of worry in her voice, which suggests that she’s trying to spare me heartache by reminding me that Kane and I are not technically together.

I shrug, feigning indifference. “We’re taking things slow.”

Maybe Jamie has a point.

Technically, Kane hasn’t asked me to be his girlfriend.

Not word for word, anyway.

He also doesn’t want anyone in the house to know about us. When I asked him about it, he said Drea and Jamie know, and that’s enough for now.

Shay and Drea join us seconds later, the two of them jogging down the patio stairs.

They’ve just grabbed a seat when Drea snorts. “From what I heard this week, they don’t do a lot of talking.”

Kill me.

Kane and I have been trying our hardest to be quiet, but Drea’s bedroom is directly across from mine. That and Drea’s a super-light sleeper. Thank God my mom’s and Evie’s rooms are on the first floor.

Scar’s room is also on our floor, but Kane told me you could play the trumpet directly in his ear and he still wouldn’t wake up.

I lift my palms to my face and groan, “I’m so sorry.”

She chuckles. “What? Don’t apologize. I’m just glad Kane finally pulled his head out of his ass and stopped lying to himself.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Please. I’ve known the idiot was obsessed with you since the day we got here. I don’t know what you did to get him to stop fighting his feelings, but respect, girl!”

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