Page 16 of My Summer Fling

I curl them and she gasps.

“I promise.”

My thumb presses on her clit.

“Promise me we have the whole summer.”

She’s close, gasping and grinding down on me.

“I promise.”

A few more thrusts and she’s coming.

“Noah!”

I watch her as she falls apart, her mouth falling open and her eyes squeezing shut.

And then a knock comes from the screen door.

The knockon the door startles me, but it scares the shit out of Noah.

How do I know it scares the shit out of Noah? Oh, because he drops me on my ass.

He backs away from me so quickly that I fall straight to the floor and land right on my tailbone.

“Shit! Millie! I’m so sorry.” He bends over and helps me up while Annie continues to run between us and the door, barking because she’s so excited there’s another visitor.

“You dropped me like you thought it was going to be Teddy standing at that door,” I tell him, rubbing my ass and putting my panties back into place.

“Hello?” someone calls from the door.

“Just a minute!” I say back in my nicesthold-the-fuck-onvoice.

“I’m so sorry. It scared the shit out of me. Are you okay?”

“It’s okay,” I tell him, half laughing at the situation. The poor guy is still sporting quite the boner in those tight jeans he’s wearing. “Maybe … think of your grandma or something?” I ask him, laughing when he looks down and groans. “And take your shit back to the living room. You can stay here but no way in hell are you staying in my bedroom.”

I slap his ass as I slide past him and make my way to the front porch.

“Hi there!” I say to the woman standing on the other side of the door. “Sorry about that. I lost track of time.” She takes in the state of my hair and dress as I open the door, and then smiles like we’re sharing a secret.

“No problem. My name is Meredith. I’m here to go over the decorations.”

“Perfect, I’m Millie.” We shake hands and Noah walks up behind me.

“And I’m Noah,” he says, shaking her hand next. “I’m the best man.”

“Lovely! And you said the person in charge of tables and such will be here tonight as well, right?”

“Yes, they should be here any minute as well,” I tell her, motioning toward the seats on the front porch. “We can take a seat out here.” Annie trots along behind us, letting Noah scratch her ears. “I’m hoping you guys can kind of work together and figure out how much of what we need.”

“What are the bride’s colors?” she asks as she pulls out her iPad.

Unlocking my phone, I open the information I’ve kept in a Pinterest board. Beth has been sending me all sorts of ideas for colors and decorations, but we finally narrowed it down to an ombré of blues with gold accents.

While I’m showing her everything, I can hear Noah’s camera snapping in the background. When I look up, it’s facing Annie, like he’s taking pictures of her with the ocean in the background. But I swear I see it move back to me out of my peripheral vision once I stop looking.

He’s always taken candid shots of me. When we were younger, I thought it meant something. And I soaked up that attention like a sponge. But as I got older, I noticed him taking pictures of everyone, not just me. That’s when I realized his passion was photography, not me.

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