The Summer I Went Wild Chapter 4 Part 2
Chapter 4 · Part Three
The Summer I Went Wild
Instead, he had stared at my chest in a way that made my chest feel tight. Of course, I wasn’t going to entirely blame him for looking at my boobs, even though it felt somewhat creepy. Caleb was the culprit here. Still, something in me flared up.
I didn’t even realize I’d scoffed until all three of them turned to stare at me.
“What’s wrong?” Caleb asked, eyebrows raised.
“Nothing. Just remembered something crazy from back home.”
I could tell from their expressions that they didn’t believe me, but whatever. I glanced away, determined to let it slide.
“So, where’s Jessica?” Landon asked, directing the question at Maddy, still completely ignoring me.
“She has exams, so she’ll be here in two weeks,” Maddy answered.
“That’s a bummer,” Caleb said, stretching out on the far lounge chair. “Jessica would’ve made this place a lot more interesting.”
“She would’ve ripped into you for tossing me into the water like that,” I replied, directing my comment at Caleb without glancing at Landon.
“Right, she was such a mama bear,” Caleb laughed.
“Is it just the two of you, or did you bring anyone else?” Maddy asked.
“Theo and Roger are with us,” Landon replied, “but they stopped at a store nearby to grab some groceries.”
“Oh, and you all might get to meet Caleb’s girlfriend, Amanda,” Caleb added with a wink.
It’s good that Jessica will be coming with her boyfriend, so he won’t rub it in her face. I know I promised not to judge Landon, but so far, he has made it easy for me to do so.
I rose from the chair. “I should go change upstairs. I’ll be back soon.”
“Please, take your time,” Caleb said.
“Yeah, jerk,”
I barely took two steps when my bracelet slipped off my wrist and fell to the ground. I bent down to pick it up, and that’s when Maddy leaned over, whispering, “You still got the hots for him.”
Oh, jeez.
Right in front of Landon and Caleb, she was saying this shit. I shot her a warning look. We were talking about this—and soon.
I quickly stripped off my drenched clothes and threw on something fresh—a blue spaghetti-strap sundress that barely brushed my thighs. After drying my hair, I felt lighter. More comfortable.
As I headed down the stairs, a warm, savory aroma filled the air. Garlic. Herbs. Whatever it was, it made my stomach growl.
Maddy lay sprawled on the couch with Caleb and two other guys—Theo and Roger. One was tall with sandy-blond hair and an easy smile. The other was shorter, with darker hair and a more relaxed demeanor.
“Hello there,” I said.
“Hey, beautiful,” Theo said, flashing a grin that barely wavered the entire time we spoke.
“The aroma is giving,” Maddy said. “Is Landon a good cook?”
“So good, I’m begging him daily to open a Michelin-star restaurant with me,” Caleb replied.
“He’s always been good with art,” I said before I could stop myself.
“You should see his paintings now,” Caleb added. “You’d fall in love at first sight.”
“Is it safe to blush?” Landon called from the kitchen.
I rolled my eyes and walked toward the kitchen—and froze.
Landon stood at the stove, stirring with practiced ease. Muscles flexed beneath tanned skin. His jaw clenched in concentration.
What was wrong with me?
I snapped myself out of it, grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and focused on escaping before I did something stupid.