Page 90 of Faking it For Summer

“Well, maybe. Maybe not.” I wink at her.

I want him to appreciate my body. I want to tease him, and I have no idea why.

“Hey, girls. How’s it going?” Luke strides up with aLiving the Sweet Life in Coconut Beachtote bag over his shoulder. He looksover at Juniper and then at me and holds up a hand. “I’ve got some towels in here and your bikini. Are you hungry? Do you want to swim first or eat?”

“I am really not hungry. We had fish tacos from the new Loco Moco food truck, and now I would love to swim. I’m so hot and sweaty; I want to get these clothes off, put on my bathing suit, and submerge in the water.”

“Are you going to go for a proper swim, or are you just going to float and pretend to swim?”

“Luke, do I ever pretend anything?”

“I hope not,” he says. “Especially when it comes to getting wet.”

I know the double entendre to his comment, and I blush a deep red.

“I didn’t fake it,” I say, and he chuckles.

“We really can read each other’s minds, can’t we?”

He moves closer to me, and I forget that there is anyone else in the world as we gaze at each other.

“I think you two should have a cold swim, Mia,” Juniper says with a teasing smile. “I really do not want to be a witness to your sexual flirting.”

“Hey, we weren’t sexually flirting,” I protest.

“You forget that I am also one of your best friends, Mia, and I can also read your mind, and I know exactly what you were both saying just now. Like, after last night, who wouldn’t know?”

“She knows about last night?” Luke questions me, surprised.

“She knows. All the girls know.” I make a face. “I, um, well …”

“I guess maybe you will grow up to be one of the busy Bees.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you like to gossip.”

“Hey, I was just telling my friends because?—”

“Because, what? You were telling them how good I was in the sack?”

“No, I was not, and it’s not like we had sex, so I don’t know how good you are in bed.”

“But I’m good with other things, right?”

He waves his pinkie finger at me. Luke needs to grow up.

“I’m gone,” Juniper whines. “Come on, girls. We do not have to listen to their X-rated conversation.” She tuts at me as they all head into the bookmobile.

“See what you did, Luke?”

“What did I do?”

“You scared off Juniper and the girls.”

“I think we both scared them off.” He grins at me. “You want to change, and then we’ll go into the water?”

“That sounds great.” I beam at him. “No more wet or hard talk.”