I feel him hardening against my back as we stare at the photo of us in the sea at Brittas Bay. My legs are wrapped around Dillon’s neck, and he’s holding me up by my butt. My head is thrown back in the throes of passion as Dillon feasts on me. Intense heat creeps up my neck and onto my cheeks.
“I’m thinking of getting that one blown up and hanging it on the ceiling over my bed.”
“No, you’re not!” I twirl around in his arms, staring at him incredulously.
“Watch me.” He flashes me his trademark smirk before kissing the tip of my nose and releasing me from his embrace.
I’m still staring in shock after him as he saunters out of my kitchen, whistling under his breath like he hasn’t a care in the world.
He wasn’t serious.
Right?