Farrah tried to focus on the sound of the waves, but her mind was running a million miles a minute. She used to fantasize about Courtney and Leo breaking up. They’d part amicably, Leo would realize he’d been in love with Farrah all along, and Courtney would give them her blessing.
She didn’t know when or how, but somewhere along the way, that fantasy had dissolved.
Farrah didn’t want Courtney and Leo to break up. She wanted the group to stay the way it was. Their collective friendship meant more than any selfish individual desire.
Farrah squeezed her eyes shut and quieted her thoughts enough to let the warmth and waves work their magic.
It was so nice here. She didn’t want to go back to Shanghai. She wanted to stay here forever. Who was in Shanghai, anyway?
Blake. Blake’s in Shanghai.
The thought was so unexpected it kicked Farrah right out of her dreamy state. She was in paradise. What was she doing thinking about Blake and his dimples and his muscles? Good Lord, those muscles. He could probably bench-press her without breaking a sweat.
Farrah’s mouth dried. She wondered what he was doing. Going out every night? Having wild monkey sex with a rotating cast of girls in every corner of the dorm?
Probably. She hadn’t seen him hook up with anyone since the program started, but that didn’t mean he didn’t do it. You couldn’t be a college guy who looked like that and not be getting some on a regular basis.
It was the wrong mental route to take because Farrah couldn’t keep the resulti
ng flood of images at bay.
Blake naked. Blake and faceless girl having sex in his room. Blake and faceless girl having sex in the kitchen. Blake and Farrah having sex in the student lounge.
Whoa. Where the hell did that come from?
Farrah’s eyes flew open. She slammed her mental gate down in panic and stopped the images in their tracks. They continued to hover near the entrance, waiting for an opportunity to sneak back in.
Her heart beat double time. The last fantasy came through so vividly she might as well have broadcast it to the world.
Farrah snuck a peek at her friends. They lolled on their beach towels, oblivious.
She squeezed her eyes shut again. Think of Leo. Think of the Full Moon Party. Think of grandma in her old pink pajamas.
Nothing worked. The fantasy of her and Blake pushed against her consciousness. If she let herself, she could still see it—her soft flesh pressed against Blake’s hard muscles, his hands gripping her hips, their mouths fused in a hungry embrace.
A surge of heat coursed through her body. Farrah flipped onto her stomach and buried her face in her arms. The ache remained.
“Wait! My timer didn’t go off yet,” Olivia protested. “We’re supposed to flip every 20 minutes.” She poked Farrah’s back. “Hmm. You are kind of red. Maybe you should apply more sunscreen.”
“I’m fine,” Farrah said, her voice muffled.
“I’m reapplying for you. Stay still.”
Farrah didn’t resist as Olivia slathered her with SPF 50. Instead, she lay there and wondered why, exactly, she was fantasizing about sex with Blake Ryan.
Deep down, she knew the answer.
I am so screwed.
Chapter Ten
Blake’s dry spell? Donezo.
Thank god. If he went any longer without sex, they’d have to wheel him into the ER for emergency blue ball surgery.
However, despite Mina’s considerable skills in bed, their fling wasn’t as satisfying as he’d expected. It was like junk food: good in the moment, until the high dissipated and left him emptier than ever.
Blake watched as Mina slipped into her heels and slung her bag strap over her shoulder. Luke texted a few hours ago saying he’d swing by after he dropped his luggage off at his homestay. He expected his ex-roommate to bang down his door any minute now.