Page 62 of Whirlwind

“Incredible.”

“And totally real. He’s going to be in Greece for a week filming, and he wants me to come. He’s been after me to hang with him since that time in Hawaii, but I literally haven’t had a moment.”

Her eyes lit up. “You’re going to go, aren’t you? You have to go. What are you going to do instead? Go back to your dad’s house and order pizzas and watch game shows by the pool?”

“There’s an idea…”

“Wait, what am I saying? Scratch the pizzas. You’d probably order in from every top restaurant in L.A.”

I threw myself on the sofa. “Maybe a little normal is what I need, not Tag’s hyper world.”

“Beck! You can’t. You have to go. What could be better?”

I laughed.

Her eyes narrowed. “What’s so funny?”

“You have a crush on him, don’t you? You’re a fangirl.” I pulled her onto my lap. “He’s so hot…” My tongue slashed her lips.

She shoved at my chest. “His persona online is daring and outrageous, sexy and sweet all at once. It’s intriguing.”

“Intriguing, huh?” I rubbed a hand up her bare thigh.

“All right, it’s hot. He’s hot. Super hot.” Her cheeks stained with red. “And now this is awkward…” She scrambled off my legs.

Laughing, I pulled her back on my lap. “I agree, Tag is very hot.”

“Seven million followers on Instagram think so too.”

“Aren’t you informed?”

“I like his videos. The photography in the air, underwater—”

“The photography, huh?” I chuckled. “You mean naked Tag frolicking with dolphins, turtles, sharks, with girls under water…”

“Hmm, and the sky diving stunts, and the editing with the music… So you’re going, right? Have you been to the Greek islands before? He goes every summer, doesn’t he?”

“No, I haven’t been.”

“You should go.”

My hand rubbed at her hip, the curve of which was already familiar to me. I liked that. I stroked her bare ass cheek. “Come with me.”

“What?”

I grinned. “I’ll go if you come with me. You can hang out with your celebrity crush. Bring a hundred bikinis, and he’ll put you in his video.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “I don’t want to be in his video. I’d want toworkon his video.”

My hand gripped her leg. “Of course you would. Hell yes, we’re going.” I moved in to kiss her.

She pulled back. “What? No, I can’t go.”

“Why not?”

“I’m—I’m not like you, Beck. I can’t just take off.”

“Correct me if I’m wrong here, Violet, but you just took off to be here in Nashville with me.”

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