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“I heard you on the phone,” I tellmy fake frown further

And the Oscar goes to…

“A, honey I kno ether, at the end of the year, I proo instead of me, he’ll be your chaperone”

Dad hugs me, and holds me as my body shakes hat he thinks are tears, but it’s not disappointht of reatest treasure iinable

“You alright?” he asks, concerned, “You’re burning up, shaking… are you sick?”

“I’m fine!” I squeak, I was just… Butit’s his work

“Sorry hun I gotta take this, Max is co for dinner”

He answers his phone and I stifle another squeal, skipping down to the kitchen to start getting dinner ready, feeling the slipperiness between s as I think about him

“Italian, I think,” Iup the take-outup to ether

Max and me

Even the thought of food isn’t doing it for me The idea of Max andcabins too…

I feel that hot rush again at the ie, thick ar furniture Every tith floodsme moan out loud

I feel ain, down this time, under the top of my track pants

His thick, chestnut hair Those dark eyes burning intooveralpha male arms as he leaned in

Was he really trying to kiss me?

You knoas You saw the look in his eyes

I shudder at the thought, a fresh line ofit to the fantasy ending I wanted then and still want now

But it’s not the same

Laying on my back with my hands down my pants