“Did it hurt?”
“Funny. Anyway. In order to make this sneaking around a bit easier, maybe we should exchange numbers.” He peered up at me, assessing my reaction. “But only if you want to.”
“You’ve had your fingers inside me, Henry. I think I can give you my number without freaking out too much.”
My words hit, and I relished the way he stared at me with parted lips, as well as the sharp inhale of a breath he took. “Jesus, Phoebe.”
“What? You were the one who wanted to play.” I leaned closer, my gaze dropping down to the semi in his shorts before I looked up at him with a knowing smile on my face. “Keep up, won’t you?”
I had no idea where this confidence had come from, only that around him it felt as natural as breathing to me, so I took his phone out of his hand, put my number into it, and hit the call button until I heard my phone buzzing in my bag. He still hadn’t moved when I slipped it back into his hand.
“You look a little flustered, Henry. Let me go get you an iced coffee to cool you down.”
Without waiting for his response, I stood and sashayed my way to the bar, feeling his heated gaze on me the entire time, letting him know that when it came to ‘us’ on this holiday, we hadn’t even started playing properly yet.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Phoebe
Henry
What’s Rees Heaton doing?
Phoebe
It’s Reed Easton. Show him some respect.
Henry
You’re being cute again.
Ilooked up from my book and over the top of my Ray Bans to see Henry laid out on a lounger on the other side of the pool, where he’d been for the last hour. Even though I couldn’t see behind his sunglasses, I knew his eyes were on me. I didn’t think they’d been off me since he’d put distance between us as soon as the others had arrived.
He’d been texting me ever since, though, and I was in danger of exposing myself to the girls by being on my phone so much. Luckily, they’d both spent the last hour in the pool with Jace and Andy, fooling around, not paying a second of attention to either Henry or me.
Phoebe
And you’re interrupting my reading time again just as things are about to get serious.
Henry
Good serious? Or dum, dum, dum serious?
Phoebe
If you must know, he’s about to take his love’s virginity.
Henry
No wonder he’s chasing her.
Phoebe
You’re gross.
Henry
Is he good?
