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“Who’s going to make my s’more in St. Thomas?”

“I highly doubt you’ll see very many bonfires on an island, Lala.”

Bringing the stick back to my face, I blew on the marshmallows for a couple of seconds while she slowly squished the chocolate and graham crackers around it.

I handed her s’more over to her. “All set.”

She smiled wide, taking a big bite from my fingers. I laughed when it got all over her lips instead of in her mouth.

“You’re the sloppiest s’more eater ever.”

“Hey! I have a small mouth and that’s a huge—”

“That’s what she said.”

She rolled her eyes, kicking up her feet to start swinging.

I finished my s’more and made two others before making my way behind her on the swing. Softly, I began pushing her as she ate contently in the seat. Hearing her moans of pleasure every few seconds wasn’t exactly helping my disposition and by that…

I meant my cock.

“Do you know you make sex noises when you eat s’mores on this swing?”

“I don’t make sex noises.” She took another bite and loudly moaned. “Okay, maybe I do, but can you blame me? S’mores are life.”

“I thought I was the one with the sweet tooth.”

“You’re rubbing off on me.”

“I guess so.”

“What am I going to do without you?”

Something came over me, and I stopped the swing.

“Leo.” She looked up at me. “What are you doing?”

Her mouth was covered in marshmallow and chocolate residue.

“You have a little bit right there.” I gestured to it on my mouth.

“Where?” She licked her lips. “Did I get it?”

I shook my head.

“What about now?”

I shook my head again.

“Can you help me?”

I nodded, squatting down to the ground in front of her, perched on the balls of my feet. Shocking the shit out of both of us, I leaned forward, and before I realized what I was doing, I gently licked it off her lips.

She slightly gasped, our mouths were now an inch apart.

“What are you doing?”

“Cleaning you off.”

I licked the corner of her lip, letting my mouth linger while staring deep into her eyes. Her gaze set me on fire, and my heart kicked into overdrive. I loved having her look at me the way she was, and I never wanted it to stop.

The way it made me feel.

The way she made me feel.

Does she want me to kiss her? Does she want to kiss me?

Mila licked her lips and softly pressed her mouth against mine.

Giving me all the answers I needed.

Chapter 22

—Leo—

Ever so lightly, she pecked my lips and I followed her lead. Never had I kissed someone quite like this. Our tongues weren’t touching but it still felt like the most intimate kiss of my entire life.

The second her tongue touched mine, I felt my cock stir.

When did my dick suddenly have such a fascination with Mila? Has it always been this way?

Just as quickly as it started, it was over. Her body fell back as she pressed her hand against my chest, halting my descent.

“What are we doing?”

I opened my mouth to reply, but she abruptly stood and ran up the stairs.

“Lala—”

“I need a minute.”

Fuck…

I rubbed my forehead, feeling conflicted on what to do.

What did you do, Leo? What the hell did you do? She’s your best friend.

Your. Best. Friend.

I resisted the urge to follow her, allowing the space she requested. I put the fire out and cleaned up around the pit. It didn’t take longer than five minutes, however, it felt like a lifetime flew by, thinking about what I’d just done.

You kissed her.

You kissed Mila.

Another first for us today.

Unable to control my emotions, my feet moved on their own accord, walking up the steps toward the screen door, I stepped inside. The lights of the cabin were dimmed, and I didn’t have to wonder where she was. I knew.

That fucking nook.

The only space on the second floor, if you could even call it that, was so small, I never went up there. Not to mention, the wooden ladder to get up there was a solid ninety-degree angle. Making it much harder to climb and get into the tiny crevice.

It was her space though. Most of the time, it was where she slept when she spent the night. She loved it.

Grabbing onto the side rails before I changed my mind, I began climbing the damn thing. “I’m gonna break something,” I muttered under my mouth, causing her to giggle from above me.

When she saw my face come into view, she announced, “You made it! Welcome to my fort.”

I stepped inside, maneuvering to fit. “Ow!” But I still managed to hit my head on the frame.

“You’re too big for my fort.”

“Well, you ran away from me, so you didn’t leave me much of a choice.”

“I didn’t run away from you, Leo.”

I needed to get comfortable before I went down this road with her. The round mattress took up most of the tiny space. I threw a few pillows up against the wall and sat down beside her, leaning my back into them.


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