The pretty blonde smiled shyly, mainly because the boy talking to her was cute. Not because she was friendly. By nature, she was suspicious of handsome, tanned boys who talked to her. She’d be naive not to be. They typically had an agenda.
But that was the exact reason her parents had forced her to come to Camp Weonoke as a camp counselor.
Socialization, they’d said.Bullshit,she’d said in her mind, then rolled over in battle.
“I’m Davis.” He held out his hand, but she didn’t shake it, making him grin as he continued. “This is my fourth year as a counselor. First year ashead. I know you’re new to this chaos, so if you need anything, let me know. That’s pretty much my job.”
His smile was stacked full of perfectly lined teeth. She nodded and picked up more of the supplies she’d been tasked with bringing back to the mess hall. But when the last of the paper napkins in her arms wobbled, he jumped forward.
Their bodies were closer together, almost uncomfortably so. Almost.
He secured the stack for her, and she noticed he smelled like money. Like the Polo aftershave so popular with boys like him.
“Seriously, don’t be shy,” he pressed. “We’re going to be stuck together for the next two months. It could be fun.”
He looked at her like there was more to his meaning, and she contemplated whether she liked that.
“Okay, well, I’ll leave you to it.” The bright-eyed, megawatt-smile boy shrugged shyly before he turned away.
When he glanced back and waved goodbye, he dropped his clipboard and stumbled, embarrassed. It cracked his beautiful facade and made her giggle. That was when she decided she would trust him.
“Sonny,” she said with the full breadth of her silky voice.
Her name hung between them as he stared into her eyes and righted himself while he hugged the clipboard against his chest.
“It’s nice to meet you, Sonny.”
He made a goofy gesture toward the sky as if he equated her name to the good weather.
It was silly, but he was cute, so she acted like she’d never had that happen before.
“See ya around.” He looked nervous again as he gave her a little salute.
She smiled, bigger this time. The boy walked away, and for the first time, she wasn’t so mad that she’d been banished from home. Maybe camp would be exactly what she needed. A summer she’d never forget.
Chapter Five
Noah
November
“Jesus Christ,” I shout, startled, almost dropping the towel from around my waist. “What the hell are you doing here, dude?”
Chase stares back at me incredulously as he holds open the door of my refrigerator.
“You gave me a key.”
“That’s not an answer,” I bark, gripping my towel in one hand and shaking my hair out with my other. “I could’ve killed you.”
Chase gulps back the bottle of water he just took out of my fridge, ending with a deep, thirst-quenched exhale before answering me.
“With what? Your dick? Relax, the security guys are at my place, finally installing the new cameras, since some hoodlums tried to break in on Halloween. You’re lucky your bike wasn’t stolen. Anyway, I figured I’d come over early—”
When I stare back blankly, he places the bottle down. “Early because we’re going to that art show thing ... the one the brunette invited us to last month ... you know ... with the big—”
His hand is hovered over his chest as I hold up mine, stopping him.
“Dude, I told you I wasn’t going. I’m not talking to other girls anymore.”
