Page 75 of Your Only Fan
“I want to go away with you,” he says.
“What? Where? What are you talking about?” I ask, still too dazed by the kiss to completely understand what he’s saying.
“Somewhere remote, hot and quiet. By the beach. And I want to make sweet, sweet love to you until we die from over-orgasming—”
“Over-orgasming?” I laugh.
“It’s a word. Shut up. Don’t laugh.”
I try not to, but it’s hard.
“Will you go away with me? I want you to be mine and only mine for a few days.”
Yup. I’ve died and gone to heaven. There’s no other explanation for what the heck is going on and how perfect this is.
How perfectheis.
“Okay. Let’s do it. Where are we going?”
He smirks and comes up behind me, putting his hands around my waist and whispering in my ear.
“Have you ever been to Hawaii?”
