Page 80 of The Hookup Situation
“I’m going to kick their asses. I swear that one kid looks familiar.”
“You’re going to fight them naked?” I ask.
“Yeah, I will. Tits out and all,” she says, growing pissed whenthey pocket her panties, then throw the rest of our clothes on the fire. “Little bastards! I loved those jeans!”
They suck down the champagne, toss the bottle, throw sand on the fire, then stumble away, laughing.
Julie frantically swims to shore. “Please tell me they didn’t get our phones.”
I check the rocks where I stashed them. “Still here. Thank God.”
“Small miracles,” she mutters, then looks at our situation and starts laughing.
“What?”
“The universe has a twisted sense of humor,” she says. “We have to drive back to Zane and Autumn’s, naked.”
Her laughter starts light, and then we both crack up until our voices echo through the trees.
“Hopefully, they’re asleep,” I say.
The breeze blows, and goose bumps spread over me.
“We should go before some other asshole kids stumble upon us like this,” I say, holding my junk as I pick up our mess.
Once everything is stuffed in the picnic basket and cooler, I walk back to the side-by-side, shaking my head.
Julie laughs. “Didn’t realize there was a full moon tonight.”
“Hush,” I say, grabbing the extra blanket and handing it to her so she can at least cover herself. I crank the engine and sit on the leather seat. “Ready?”
She laughs, pressing herself against my side. “You make me feel young again.”
“Same, babe.” I chuckle, and then we take off.
She hangs on to me as I weave in and out of the trail and back to Zane’s.
“What an experience,” she screams into the silence, hair blowing in the wind, and all I can do is chuckle. Julie shrieks every time we hit a bump, pressing closer against me.
When we finally reach the Range Rover, we rush inside, the blanket barely covering me.
“I can’t feel my ass,” I mutter.
Julie collapses on the passenger seat, laughing hysterically. “You think Zane and Autumn saw us?”
“I hope not. We might have some explaining to do.” I run around to the other side of the Rover, then crank the engine.
“Kinda pissed we got cockblocked by drunk teenagers,” I say.
“And robbed!” She’s wiping tears from her eyes. “They took my favorite lingerie! Bastards!”
On the drive back to the cabin, I turn on the heat. She reaches over and grabs my hand. The checkered blanket is wrapped around her like a towel, and I capture this memory forever.
“What?” she asks.
“Nothing,” I say, grinning. “I want to remember you just like that.”
When we arrive, I punch in the code and rush inside.
