Summer Love at the Beach (Summer Instalove)

“Yes.”

“Mmm, good.”

As her breathing became slow and steady, there was no doubt that I was already in love

with this enchanting girl. “Becca, I hope you don’t think this is a brief summer romance. I’m keeping you, if you’ll have me.”

“Yes,” she whispered, tipping her head up to kiss me. “That’s what I want too.”

The waves lapping at the shore outside the open window lulled us to sleep before my mind

could race ahead, thinking about all of the wonderful things I wanted to experience with her.

CHAPTER NINE

* Becca *

Brendan and Julie didn’t even seem to realize I’d been gone, thank goodness . I wasn’t

quite ready to explain where I’d been, and hoped to avoid it just a bit longer. As I snuck into the house shortly after nine in the morning, I could hear them just beginning to get up.

Racing to my room, I quickly changed my dress, then put the coffee on. I was out in the

garden with a coffee, my phone, and a notebook before I heard them stumbling around the

kitchen.

They had probably been at one of their friends’ extravagant parties, the ones that always

seemed to start as a wine tasting, but ended up as a late night dance fest.

Spending some quality time by attempting to vent my brand new feelings to my notebook, I

couldn’t help wondering what would happen if I stayed over at Mitch’s again. Last night had

been positively incredible, and I thought that I was ready to take the next step.

I wasn’t sure how long I should wait to do that. If I felt comfortable, and really wanted him, and trusted him completely, I couldn’t think of any reason not to. He seemed to want to

share everything with me, and I really did trust him to be gentle and sweet.

The feelings I had for Mitch were a swirling mess that ranged from comfort to a strangely

powerful sensual urge. My fingers trembled against my necklace just thinking about the way

he had touched me.

My hazy, indistinct thoughts were cleared as my phone beeped. I saw that there was a text

message sent just to me, not the group.

Laura: Hey, I’m right here if you need to talk.

Instead of texting, I thought it would save time to just phone her.

“Hey,” Laura laughed brightly. “That was quick.”

“I’m sitting out on the beach with a notebook, trying to make sense of things,” I said. “How