Summer Love at the Beach (Summer Instalove)

Grabbing her around the waist, I tilted her back so that I could kiss along the side of her

neck. “I don’t even care if you’re teasing me,” I growled. “I’ll wait as long as you like,

Becca, but any time you think you’re ready for absolutely anything, just let me know.”

Setting her straight up again, she nodded, her grin turning my insides to mush. Taking her hand, I led her into the ice cream parlor, loving the charm of this small town.

There was only one other couple at the teal and pink enamel tables, so we took our time

picking the perfect blends. Becca decided on a bowl of dark chocolate fudge and

peppermint chocolate chip, while I went for banana and peach.

Sitting in the window, we traded bites, and summertime stories. She told me about the time

she tipped a canoe when she was young, and I told her about a stunt where I had to run

barefoot across a beach in summer, practically searing the soles of my feet.

Becca’s twinkling laugh filled the shop, and I realized again that I was the luckiest guy in the world. This beautiful, shy girl had relaxed around me. Although I knew there was a chance

she might change her mind in the moment, knowing that she trusted me enough to consider

sleeping with me was a massive step forward.

My lust for her felt like it was growing every second, but I would be happy to wait as long

as she needed. Having that sexy thought rolling around the back of my mind somehow

made every laugh and tender touch even sweeter. She didn’t even seem to mind that I

snuck a few kisses as the shop filled up with the pre-dinner rush.

Becca stole a spoonful of my banana ice cream to drizzle across her dark chocolate, so I

snuck some of her peppermint. Staring out the window at the park across the street, I

nodded. “Peppermint and peach is really weird, but I kind of like–”

The bright sunshine suddenly turned dark as someone stepped in front of the window,

glaring at me. Her shrieking voice could be heard straight through the glass. My heart

turned as cold as the metal spoon that clattered to the table as I turned to see Becca

staring at me in shock.

“Mitch, you ignorant son of a bitch,” the woman shrieked through the window. “How can you

cheat on your wife like this in front of the whole town?”

I reached for Becca’s hand, but she snatched it away. “I used to go out with Tiffany here,

but we were never married,” I explained quickly. “She’s completely manic, and ever since

we broke up two years ago, she randomly pops up now and then.”

Everyone in the shop was staring at me, listening to every word Tiffany shrieked as she