A small part of me, in a voice that sounded oddly like Lee’s in my mind, told me to stop being so cheesy.

“Don’t worry,” Lee said, watching me, and I could tell his thoughts were on the same wavelength as mine. “I will.”

Chapter 2

Instead of all of us cramming into his dad’s car, this year Lee and I were in Lee’s ’65 convertible Mustang, and the two of us spent the whole drive singing along to the radio at the top of our lungs and joking around. The journey went by way more quickly than usual.

Well, that—or Lee was speeding.

We arrived after the others, though they couldn’t have been there for very long; Matthew, Lee’s dad, was only just shutting the trunk and locking the car. He gave us a smile and a wave.

“Roads okay?”

I swung out of the car and put my huge straw bag up on my shoulder. “Yeah.”

Lee was still in the driver’s seat, clearing up the jumble of candy-bar wrappers and empty bottles. He was normally messy, but he was way too proud of his car to leave trash in there.

I opened up the trunk and tried to get a good grip on my suitcase. I started to hoist it out, and wondered what the hell I’d packed for the next ten days that made it so heavy.

“Need to borrow some muscle?”

I let go of my bag with a surprised huff and it slid back into the car with a heavy thunk. I looked over my shoulder, hair falling in my face, to see Noah, as sexy and handsome as ever, arching a dark eyebrow with his trademark smug look on his face.

My heart somersaulted in my chest and I couldn’t hold back my smile—even if I’d only just seen him two days ago. Noah grinned as I stepped toward him for a kiss, his arms wrapping round my waist to hold me closer. He smelled so good. And looked good too, in his board shorts and a fitted white T-shirt.

“Hey, you.”

“Hey, yourself,” he murmured, his mouth smiling against mine. “So—want a hand with your bag?”

“It’s all yours, Superman.”

I couldn’t resist making that dig—just before we got together, I’d caught him wearing Superman boxers. And he’d actually been embarrassed about it! Noah Flynn, the school badass, the jerk who I always argued with…wearing Superman boxers.

He hated it whenever I brought it up. But teasing him was irresistible sometimes.