Page 29 of The 7 Rules of Moving On
“We should probably stop.” He was breathing hard.
“Okay,” she said distantly, staring at his mouth, registering only now that his hand was down the back of her underwear, although she had no idea when that had happened. “I should probably go check on Dawn anyway.”
“Right. She might need more medicine.”
Pressing her forehead to his, she whispered, “But I really want to kiss you again.”
After giving her ass the faintest squeeze, he pulled his hand out of her underwear. “Me too, but we shouldn’t. My wingman duties are complete. If you don’t get what you’re looking for tomorrow, however, be sure to let me know.”
When he wrapped her arms over his shoulders and swam her back toward the lodge, she let her lips press into his neck and decided, no matter what, she would absolutely not get what she was looking for tomorrow until she saw him again.
* * *
“Hey, Dawn.”Kissie whispered, poking her head through the door to their room. “How are you?”
“Kissie?” Dawn asked, staring up at her through one open eye. “What time is it?”
“It’s late. Sorry. I wanted to check on you. How are you?”
She started coughing again. “Still shitty. You should stay away.”
In the blue light from the TV, Kissie spotted another empty bowl on Dawn’s bedside table. “Did Ryan bring you more soup?”
She nodded, mumbling into her pillow, “He’s annoying. Won’t leave me alone.”
“Do you need anything? More medicine? Some juice? Water?”
“Medicine probably. And water.”
Creeping in through the door, Kissie filled Dawn’s glass with water and her medicine cup with cough syrup.
“Here you go,” she said, helping Dawn sit up. She could feel Dawn’s fever through her shirt. “You’re still burning up.”
“I know. My skin hurts. My hair hurts.” She knocked back the medicine, squinting at Kissie. “Speaking of hair, is yours wet?”
Kissie reached up, running her fingers through her damp hair. “I went swimming.”
“This late? Isn’t the pool closed?”
Blowing air out through her lips, Kissie said, “Not when you’re swimming with the bartender.”
“Kissie,” Dawn warned. “You aren’t fucking Hot Bartender, are you? I thought he was off the table. Not good hookup material.”
“No. I am absolutely not fucking Trig.”Not yet, anyway.
“You did something with him though, I can tell. You can hide nothing from me, remember that.”
She held up her hands. “He kissed me. That’s all. Like, the tiniest peck. It was nothing.”
“Hekissedyou?”
“Imayhave kissed him back.”
Dawn shook her head, lying back down. “Ryan told me he’s acting as your wingman. He’s doing a shitty job. You’ve got feelings for him, Kiss, I can tell.”
“I don’t,” Kissie lied, pulling the covers up over Dawn’s shoulders. “I promise. I’m only having fun.”
“Good. That’s good.” She yawned. “I love you, Kiss. I love you and I don’t want you to get hurt again. I don’t want you sad. I don’t like sad Kissie. I like bright, happy Kissie.NormalKissie. She’s my favorite.”
