Elevator Kiss

“And who gave me the butt-wound?” Calvin jabbed, but then he glanced my way and I think his eyes exploded. Twice. “I’m sure it’ll be fine if I get in and sit right by you. The doctor won’t mind. In fact, she’ll never know.” He slipped down in beside me, clinging tight. It felt right and wrong at once.

“I love your swimsuit.” Ellen looked up from Parley to compliment me. “Of course, it doesn’t look all that good for swimming.”

It certainly didn’t. I glanced down. Man, could it have covered any less skin? I sank deeper into the water. “It’s a little much.”

“What are you talking about?” A wolfish growl rumbled from Calvin as he plastered himself to my side, his hand gripping my waist. “It’s not much at all.”

If I was the queen of the stage kiss, he was the king of non-committal makeouts. Enough was enough for my little heart. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” I shot up from the water, clambered out, and donned my t-shirt again. “Scavenger hunt?”

“Hey. Where are you going?” Calvin whined.

Away. Fast. I couldn’t have Calvin looking at me, hugging me, touching me in the water like that. Not after we’d kissed like we were on fire. Not after we discovered each other as VelvetElvis and PokerDogs.

Especially not when this was all going to come to an end in a few days and he’d go back to ignoring me and flirting with every woman in sight except me. And I’d be left feeling feelings for the office flirt.