Chapter 2
T he next morning, sunshine teased my eyes open. My head throbbed, buried in down pillows. Combed cotton sheets brushed my legs.
It took a minute to remember where I was. My summer bedroom, more spacious and airy than any brick dorm, campus apartment, or my cozy childhood room, still felt unfamiliar. My body, naked against the sheets, felt unfamiliar. I ran my hands over freckled skin, soft curves asking to be squeezed, pink nipples hard against my palms.
I’d rolled out of bed earlier this morning, shaken from scattered dreams by shouts and laughter outside. Half the party had spent the night on the lawn. The younger half, to be exact. Sleek bodies stretched and stood on the rolling grass, brushing off their bright clothes, shaking out blankets and buttoning themselves up. I’d spotted Spence and Pax strolling out of the rustling woods with a girl between them, crooked ties dangling from their necks, and smug expressions. No sign of Will.
Sitting up in bed now, I pushed damp copper waves of hair off my shoulders. My lips and breasts buzzed uncomfortably, remembering those hot kisses, those insistent hands, that Mmm, little cousin.
He’d been drinking last night. There wasn’t any more to it; there couldn’t be. I’d fended off drunk guys before, though none of them had gone that far. None of them had been my cousin. And none of them had left my body flushed and aching.
Will’s kiss shocked me. Yet deep down, in a secret place I’d refused to acknowledge, I wasn’t completely surprised.
I’d tried to forget what happened, the last time we’d seen each other. It felt like a lifetime ago, and nothing good could come of it.
I thought Will had forgotten too.