Will Smith’sGettin’ Jiggy With Itblares through the speakers, and by the look of it, a lot of the kids—and some of the camp leaders—reallylike this song.
I even see the camp counselor gyrating her hips to the bass as she rolls her head back, singing at the top of her lungs.
It makes me smile and, dare I say it, sort of happy that everyone is having a good time. The positive energy is contagious, evenIfeel like dancing. And I never dance.
My eyes graze over the crowd because there’s only one person I’d like to spend my time with, and I’m a bit desperate to find her since Romeo here decided we should be late and I’ve kept her waiting.
My eyes catch her long, silky hair splayed messily over a bright, shiny pink dress and my jaw fucking drops.
The dress criss-crosses over her shoulders, exposing half of her back. The hem falls just above her knees, showcasing her gorgeous legs. And it’s like she senses my arrival when she looks over her shoulder and catches me drooling.
I mouth,wow, as she smiles, spins, then dips her head mouthing,thank youback.
She twirls her finger in the air at me.
Is she asking me to twirl?
I glance around and then point to myself. She nods. So, I shake my head and crook my finger calling her over. Her eyes squint at me, scrunching up her nose in the most adorable way, and finally takes a step in my direction.
I swear it’s like she walks on water, floating toward me like a fucking goddess.
I’m not sure at what point she stole my heart. Was it theinnocent look of sorrow when I got roped into playing spin the bottle? The way she kept my secret by the tree in order to save me from the most humiliating moment of my life? The easy conversations on every single one of our hikes?
Honestly, I think it was the first day. When her hands wrapped around my arm, pulling me away from check-in chaos. It’s like she cuffed herself to me that day and threw away the key.
I don’t want us to end when camp ends.
Because this is everything.
She is everything.
“Well, someone is late.” She sounds seductive and playful.
“It’s his fault.” I hitch my thumb over at Shane and he rolls his eyes.
He leans over to me, whispering loud enough for both Mimi and I to hear, “That’s when you say,‘Did you miss me’?” He shakes his head. “You have so much to learn, young jedi.” He buttons his sports jacket, looks around the room, pats me on the back, then walks toward the punch table.
“You know, he wasn’t supposed to do that,” I say as I turn to Mimi.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to blame your wingman, either,” she replies with a smile, and I realize how easy it is to be myself around her.
“You clean up nice,” she says before I can reply.
Holding my arms out, I say, “Shane had an extra sports jacket because I had no idea there was going to be a dress up day. You almost had to dance with a lumberjack because all I had were flannels.”
Her head bounces back and forth like it’s a debate as to what would have been better. “I find lumberjacks sort of sexy.”
“Hmmm, really? Good to know,” I reply.
“Are you going to twirl for me now?” she asks, expectedly.
“Me? No. I don’t twirl. But I’m happy to get naked for you later instead.” My intent was to be playful, but I realize howpresumptuous that might have sounded. I open my mouth to retract, but she of course replies with a jaw dropping response.
“Oh good, I’ve been dying to see you naked. You’ve got yourself a deal.”
My eyes widened in shock. “I was joking, Mimi.”
“Shane’s right, you need to work on your game. Try again.”
