Wildest fantasy

DEIRDRE

DAY THREE

Would it be strange if I admitted this was my first bonfire ever? Perhaps.

Despite being quite social, I'd never been to one before.

"Hey, bestie!" Leslie waved me over.

"We're not best friends," I muttered, then flashed her a wide smile, tucking a strand of my hair that swirled in the wind behind my ear.

Wrapping my arms around me, I grimaced as more goosebumps formed. It was probably a bad idea to wear a teal halter neck tankini and blue denim shorts without a sweater, considering the wind.

Sitting close enough to the fire to warm me but not so close to roast me, I sighed. Then, my nose wrinkled as it caught a scent other than burning wood.

My mouth watered as the distinct smell of s'mores, grilled corn, and kabobs filled the air. My stomach grumbled, reminding me that I had only picked at my food earlier after Matteo had seized the opportunity to tease me nonstop.

It wasn't entirely his fault; I had woken up grabbing onto his dick as though I was holding on for de