“Promise not to be disappointed?” He sighs. I nod, but I already am. It shouldn’t feel like he’s cheated on me. It does, anyway.

“No,” he says. “I didn’t use any condoms.”

Punching his arm, I groan, “Then why did you tell me not to be disappointed?”

“To see if you were jealous, of course.”

This time, there’s no point denying that I was.

From the distance, “Boys of Summer” starts. It’s the Ataris’ cover, my favorite. People raise their arms in the air and sing. Dawn breaks above the surface. The waterline shimmers rose gold. Our time is almost up.

“Where were we?” I ask.

“Spain,” Joe provides. “And on the subject of condoms, specifically.”

“It’s not too late to use one.” I lick my lips. “A condom, I mean.”

“Hmm.” He leans back, bracing on his forearms. He is kind of ripped.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I bite down on my lower lip.

His throat bobs. “Yeah. And there’s plenty of water to fill the condom with.”

Before I have a chance to laugh, he leans forward and kisses me.

At first it’s just a kiss. A sloppy exchange of saliva between two teenagers, greedy with unbridled passion. Our tongues meet and swirl together. Dancing, teasing, testing. He tastes like ocean spray, summer, and cigarettes.

Then his fingers wrap around the back of my neck, and the kiss stops being a kiss and becomes a war. Joe devours my mouth. It’s ruinously raw. With teeth and moans and gasps. We’re ivy, coiling around one another. I touch his hair, his corded arms, the rock-hard ridges of his abs under his shirt. He lowers me under the palm tree, cups the back of my thighs, and presses his erection against my center. It twitches between us. I’m breathless, and my heart is racing, and now I get it. I get it, I get it, I get it. The term boy crazy. Because Joe is a boy. And he drives me crazy.

My back hits the sand, and sweet oblivion, I want him inside me. To fill every inch of me. For us to fuse together. This is how I like to be touched. Sean pawed and squeezed my breasts like he was trying to milk me. Joe flicks my nipple through my bra with his thumb while his hot kisses lower to my neck, then my chest. He unclasps my bra. Sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth teasingly.

“Ever.”

I knot my legs over his waist. We ride each other through our clothes, enjoying the friction and the feeling of our teeth sinking into new skin. Our scents swirl together, creating a unique and heady combination. Then Joe produces a condom from his wallet and holds it between us in question.

“Don’t feel pressured.” His voice is raspy, strained. “This can stop right here, and I’m still going to end the night feeling like the luckiest bastard alive.”