Page 35 of Crazy for this Girl

“Laynee,” he growls out. “I’m sorry for touching your ass, now get me up.”

I reach out for him again after a few seconds of mindlessly thinking and help him back inside the boat, noticing that our lunch bags are a few feet away.

I sigh. “We need to grab what once was our lunch. I should make you go to Janelle now.”

He looks over behind him. “Is she seriously still there?”

She’s not, but he didn’t know that.

“Good thing, she’s gone. You really would’ve had to hear more Britney Spears.”

“Highly doubt that. I’m good with pullin’ a Bonnie and Clyde type situation.”

“Sure.” I point at him. “You’re Bonnie. And I’m Clyde.”

“Why am I Bonnie?” He wrings out his white tee shirt but it only clings possessively to his muscular body like it never wants to let go.

I avert my gaze elsewhere. “Because Clyde knew how to crack safes…rob stores and steal cars. You can’t even count.”

“Right.” Silence follows his answer, causing me to glance back where his focus has fallen to my front and he quirks a brow. “You gonna take that off?”

Hell, no.

“Take what off?” I ask stupidly.

“Your shirt.”

“Why would I do that?” He opens his mouth, but I don’t want to hear his answer. God only knows what’ll come out and cause my face to go up in flames again. “You might have another seizure because I feel a Good Charlotte song coming on.”

His scowl is heated with immediate irritation. “I swear to God if you start with that shit, I’ll throw you out of this thing.”

“So, no Lifestyles of The Rich and The Famous?”

“No.”

“How about Girls Don’t Like Boys?”

He scoffs. “Well, according to you the first summer we met that’d be fitting, wouldn’t it?”

“You still on that?” I heave a brow because that was so forever ago. “I can assure you that I wouldn’t be able to date a girl based on the cattiness alone.”

“Nah, just imaginary people.”

“Carolyn Keene was not an imaginary person. It was a real—”

“Dead person.” He pins me down to my stupid lie. “You’re something.”

“Amazing?”

“Sure.”

I shrug. “At least I can count.”

“That’s all you got on me. Other than that, I’m perfect.”

I pick up one of my oars that’s still connected to the boat. “Sure you are. Especially if you do your mating dance that you did in my room.”

Cal smirks. “Did it work?”

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