Spy's Broken Heart

Chapter 8

It's been weeks since entering the raffle for the free cruise and now everyone in the trip is at my house waiting for the raffle letter.

"Skylar! Why is it so hot?" Ryan whined.

"Suck it up and I'll give you an ice pack," I said as I closed the kitchen pantry.

"No fair! Why does he get an ice pack!?" Meghan complained.

"I'm sorry, you're the one in a bikini," I said as I took an ice pack out of the freezer.

"You're in one too!" She gestured at me and I looked down at my bikini top and denim shorts.

"Point taken." I tossed the pack at Ryan and he immediately crushed it on his neck.

"Sky, remind me why I can't take off my shirt?" He questioned. He was wearing a muscle-tank and shorts. My blush blended in with the warmth from the sun on my face.

"Your punishment for throwing me off a cliff," I bluffed.

"Hey! I carried you out of the foam pit!" My face heated up more.

"And you were the reason why I was in the foam pit." I bent down and placed my hands on his thighs. "So keep your shirt on, are we clear?"

"But it's so hot-"

"Are. We. Clear?" I interrupted and he sighed with a grin.

"Your hair smells nice."

"Don't change the subject."

"Did you get a new shampoo?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?" I smiled and he smiled back.

"Just a theory," he shrugged.

"Oh my lord, the sexual tension is overpowering, just kiss already goddammmmmm-" Kanade clamped her hand over Meghan's mouth. On the other hand (eh eh eh? See what I did there? No? Okay...), my eyes widened and backed up-

"Okay."

Hold the front door! WHAT?!

Ryan grabbed my cheeks and crushed his lips on mine, earning a happy gasp from Kanade and whistles from Meg. My eyes widened, heart rate skyrocketing, and hot enough to be mistaken for a fever, this was happening way too quickly.

What did he just do?

Okay, Skylar breath. The maiden in love within me would kiss him like there's no tomorrow, but what would I do?

I jerked my head back slightly and thwacked his temple. Which he immediately started massaging afterwards.

"Don't use me as a practice toy and save it for your girlfriend, 'kay?" I smiled sweetly and backed up.

"What if I want you as a girlfriend?" He said in a husky voice as he leaned on his knees and looked up at me. I breathed a laugh and rolled my eyes.

"Quit joking," I said.

"Ah, you knew I was joking, takes the fun away from me." He leaned back on the sofa and waved the collar of his white T-shirt. With cheeks as hot as lava, I returned to the kitchen and softly touched my lips. Although I know it didnt mean anything to him, at least I was the kissed and he was the kisser. I looked through the cabinet for a glass. During that search, I spotted a shot glass next to a mug. I poured myself a shot of lemonade and proceeded to slowly drink it.

"But really though, I would be fine marrying Sky."

Cue! Spit take! And choking!

I bent over the kitchen sink as the drink decides to escape my mouth, leading to constant choking.