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“Not happening,” she says immediately. “No sex. We’re building a wall of pillows between us.”
I eye her. “Mira.”
“What?”
“Your family won’t believe that I’m your boyfriend if you don’t kiss me.”
“And—”
“Andif you’re not comfortable with me. Physically.”
Her gaze skips around the room. “I’m fine.”
“We’ll discuss the orgasms at a later date,” I decide. “But I require atleasttwo public kisses. With tongue. Or the whole deal is off.”
She glares at me, but I just smile. And after a beat, I hold out my hand for her to shake.
For a second, she has me convinced she’s not going to take it.
But then her hand slides into mine, her cold fingers squeezing tightly, and my smile broadens.
“Let the games begin, Frostbite.”
CHAPTER 6
MIRA
I’ve just finished unpackingwhen Rhys walks through the door after eating dinner with his group of friends. I opted for one of the granola bars that I stuffed in my bag, knowing I’d skip out on as many family outings as I could.
Especially now that I have a fake boyfriend who my family will expect to accompany me.
What was I thinking?
My sisters’ faces pop into my mind to remind me of exactly what I was thinking—or rather feeling.
Embarrassment.
To know that Rhys overheard them…ugh.My face bursts into flames again, even hours later.
“Did you leave me any space in there?” Rhys peers over my shoulder and into the dresser. “Oooh, I can’t wait to see you in this.”
Suddenly, my hot-pink bathing suit is dangling from his pinky finger while he grins at me. I’ve never seen a grin be so…hot.
I huff and snatch my suit out of his grasp. “Give me that!”
His chuckle is flirty at best.
I turn to hide the twitching of my lips because I have a feeling it’ll only encourage him further. I scoot my things over in the drawer. “There.” I nod to the room I made for him.
Rhys hums under his breath then turns and walks over to his suitcase. I’m surprised to see that it’s nice and tidy, all his articles of clothing folded neatly. He grabs his stack of boxers and places them into the drawer beside my bathing suits and then moves to the bottom drawer to add the rest of his clothing.
I purposely put my panties and bras underneath my bathing suits, hopeful he won’t see them. If he poked fun at my bathing suit, I’m not sure what he’ll say when he sees my thongs.
“I’m heading to the hot tub,” he says with my back to him.
I peer over my shoulder. “Oka—” My jaw falls. “Rhys!”
Wow, that’s a nice backside.
