Page 15 of Fear of Intimacy

“We could start a business!” Josie exclaimed.

“We need a badass name!” I shouted, although I had no clue why. It was just us four on this part of the beach.

While Josie and I played in the sand, Lydia snored away on her chair, arms and legs spread out like a starfish, and Mila was busy texting on her phone. Judging from the look on her face, it was very inappropriate.

“Sand Band,” I said, testing the name.

“Coochie Sand,” Josie suddenly said, looking right at me with a serious expression.

“Coochie Sand,” I repeated. Seconds later, the two of us burst into loud fits of laughter. Cackling so hard, I fell over to the side into Josie.

We held onto each other as we cracked up over what she just said. Every time we made eye contact, it only made us giggle that much harder.

“Coochie Sand,” I wheezed.

A shadow appeared over me, which was weird since the sun was tacked in the sky and there weren’t any clouds. And then that shadow spoke. “There you guys are.”

Leaning my head all the way back, I found a pair of upside down legs right in front of me.

“Why are you in the sky?” I blurted. “Did you know your boyfriend can walk on clouds?” I elbowed Josie.

“That’s so damn cool,” she breathed. We were a lot more drunk than either of us realized.

“What are you two talking about?” The world started to whirl as I leaned my head farther back to see who was talking now, sand squishing further into my hair. It was a different voice than Wyatt’s.

“TREVOR!” I yelled once I caught sight of his face. He stood above me, staring down with raised eyebrows. “What are you doing here!”

Beside me, Josie reached out and grabbed Wyatt’s ankle.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you down on Earth.”

“Oh shit, don’t float away.” My own arm shot out to grab Trevor’s leg. “I got you!” An image of Trevor gliding up into space suddenly appeared in my head, making me giggle.

“You guys are drunk, aren’t you?” Trevor asked. I barely heard him over my own fits of laughter.

“No,” I responded at the same time Josie said, “Coochie Sand.” Once again, setting us off into hysterics

“Yeah, they're drunk,” I heard Wyatt say. Josie and I rolled around in the sand, laughing as Trevor and Wyatt watched us.

“How much did you guys drink?” Wyatt asked once our laughter died down a bit.

“We only had seven margaritas,” Josie replied.

“Yeah, wasn’t a lot,” I chimed in.

“Uh-huh.” Trevor said.

Wyatt and Trevor shared a look before coming around to our feet.

“Let's get you girls up and cleaned off.” Wyatt suggested, as both him and Trevor reached for us.

Trevor grabbed my hands and gently pulled me upward with little to no effort. Wyatt did the same to Josie.

“But I was having fun,” I whined as Trevor lifted me to my feet. He dropped his hands to my waist when I stumbled to the side. Woah, maybe I have had a lot to drink.

Glancing around, I saw Josie climbing on Wyatt’s back, Mila kissing Bryton like her life depended on it, and Lydia cradled in the arms of Landon.

“I think you girls have had enough fun. Come on.” With his hands on my bare waist—thanks to my skimpy bikini—Trevor maneuvered me toward my stuff. The calluses on his hands made me shiver. His hands were so big they nearly spanned around my entire waist. Immediately, inappropriate thoughts came to mind.

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