Page 47 of Beyond the Bright Lights

Mylan turns and reaches up his hand, ready to console me, but I step back.

“Lift your arms out, I missed some spots on your sides.”

Mylan waits, searching my face before lifting his arms. I put more lotion in my hand and smooth it down his sides, from near his armpit to his hip where I stop myself from tracing my fingertips over that mouth-watering V-shape of his. I can’t help but notice how his body reacts to me, flushing slightly at my nearness. Plus, every time I touch him, his cock moves against the fabric of his swim trunks.

I force myself to finish with the sunscreen and hand him the bottle, turning around, so he can do me.

“Are you going to jump off the cliff?” I ask, trying to distract myself from the heat radiating off him. It matches my own blazing skin the moment his hands are on me, spreading the sunscreen across my shoulders and back.

“Are you?” he counters.

“Lana doesn’t jump off the cliffs,” Ginger blurts out, shimmying off her flip-flops to prepare for her jump.

Mylan looks her way for an explanation but Ginger’s not paying attention to us. She’s still flirting with Bruno, laughing at God knows what and playfully swatting at his bare chest.

“Never?” Mylan asks me. “Why not?”

He turns me around, finished with my back, and he’s about to start on my front, but I stop him and grab the bottle. I’m already too wound tight with lust from his hands being all over me. If I let him continue a second longer, I'm certain to let out a moan or throw him to the ground and ride him right in front of everyone.

Okay, fine, I wouldn’t do that, but I’ll be thinking it the entire time.

“I’m scared of heights.”

“Bullshit. You climbed the mountain the other day.”

Crap.

“This is different.”

“Why?”

“It just is,” I snap.

Mylan narrows his eyes at me. He waits for me to keep going. I can’t. Not right now. He must realize that because his face softens at whatever emotion I was showing him.

He sighs. “Okay. So, something happened in the past?”

I nod.

“A long time ago?”

I nod again.

“And you haven’t tried jumping since?”

I shake my head.

“Well, you’re here now, in the present. This movie has been forcing you to face your past head-on. Why not let this be another hurdle you tackle?”

“I . . .”

"You can’t let a little fear stop you from experiencing life. From forming core memories. From experiencing those once-in-a-lifetime, spectacular moments.”

He was making some sense but at those last words, I roll my eyes. He may not have pushed me to explain why I fear jumping, but he’s still pushing me.

Brat.

“I don’t think jumping off a cliff would qualify as a once-in-a-lifetime, spectacular moment.” I chuckle.

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