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.”“Do you want to kiss me?”“Right now,” he smirked, “the whole you’re-covered-in-puke thing is stopping me, but if we’re talking generally then yes, the truth is, I’ve thought about it…” His left eyebrow rose.“More than thought about it.”“Thought about doing more than just kissing me?” I asked, trying to be as sexy as I could with puke dripping down my legs.His cheeks were pink.“Are we still playing?”“Yes,” I said, stepping even closer, craving nothing but skin between us, “my question had two parts.”“How could I not?”“So what should we do about all this truth?”Scott touched my face, brought his lips so close to mine I could smell suntan lotion and salt on his skin, feel his hot breath fill my pores.“I would love to get into that shower with you right now.” He indicated the bathroom behind me.“To make you squeal and cover your mouth so no one could hear us, but for now we have to lie.”My pulse ached against my neck.He ran his thumb over my lips, his skin warm and soft and hypnotic.“Our truth is worse than any dare.”His simple touch made Tongue and Cowboy seem like eunuchs.“I can lie,” I said, “but we are alone.” I passed my lips along his thumb, slid them down the inside of his palm.He gasped.“I could get fired for the way I feel about you, V…” His eyes were on me like I was a piece of chocolate cake and he was on a diet.“What I want to do to you.”“Should we stop?” I asked, need gushing through my bloodstream and everywhere else.We were alone, he was calling me V.He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.If life were a reality show, a camera would have just zoomed in, waiting for him to knock me over with his kiss.“I should,” he said, putting his hands in his back pockets and biting his delicious lip.“But you need to keep going.You need to continue to try to be with one of the Gasms.”I nodded.The last thing I wanted was to get Scott in trouble.“Okay,” I managed to say, but I was breathless.The words came out in a croak.“You should probably get in the shower,” he said, spinning me around and smacking me on the ass.I let out a yelp, startled but yearning to feel the sting of his palm again.“I might not be able to join you just yet,” Scott said, his voice thick, “but there’s no rule about who you think of while you’re in there, V.”Episode Three: Ball(s) in Your FaceWe were setting up for beach volleyball with all the Gasms.It was almost noon.The sun was high in the sky, the smell of salt and fish and coconut oil in the air.Gulls flew above us, diving into the ocean for a snack.I was hungry, too, but there would be time for eating later.I had an elimination that night, and Garrett stressed the importance of spending time with all the contestants before making my decision.Especially since the time I’d spent so far when I wasn’t mandated to be on-camera had been in my room.Or in the shower doing some manually induced thinking about Scott.Allie wasn’t playing with us.She was sitting under an umbrella rubbing suntan lotion on her shoulders and looking fantastic in a hot pink tank top and board shorts.I didn’t have the luxury of lounging.I sucked at volleyball but no one cared.This wasn’t about winning but getting to know the personalities of the Gasms before I had to eliminate another one of them.If Garrett cared at all about my personality, he would have known I’d much rather have spent my time at the beach with my nose in a book.Any one of the books he had taken from me.Hell, at this point I would have taken a tattered paperback left behind at a bus station.But even I knew that was bad television—and an even worse way to get to know ten people who were all vying to fuck me.Garrett picked the teams.I was with Private, Tattoo, Cuffs, Hose, and Wheels.Professor, Tongue, Cowboy, MD.and Kappa were on the other side of the net.All the Gasms wore bathing suits.I was in a black and white checkered tankini.If I had known this show was going to be so heavy on the swimsuits, I would have definitely hit the gym a few more times before I got here.I glanced over at Scott manning the plastic scorekeeper.He stood perpendicular to the net, sunglasses on, acting as referee.That was how things literally felt between us, too.The problem was I wanted him in the game, not on the sidelines.I shook the thought away—it didn’t matter.We couldn’t do anything about our feelings until I was done with this nonsense.Garrett yelled for us to start playing.“Let’s see how you handle your balls, ladies and gentlemen,” Allie hooted.It might seem like Allie was hyperbolizing her personality, angling for her own show, but that was just Allie.She was the kind of person who deserved to have a camera following her around.I, on the other hand, was struggling to keep the one following me from falling asleep.Scott clapped.“Okay guys, you heard Garrett, start the game.”“Should we volley to see who goes first?” Professor asked, shading his eyes from the sun as he turned to Scott.“Who serves the volley to see who goes first?” Wheels replied.Even in this heat she still wore her leather jacket.“Chris’s team starts,” Scott decided, tossing the ball over to me lightly.I actually caught it which, considering my mortifying history in phys ed class, was a miracle.There was a reason I was a librarian and not an Olympic athlete.“Speaking of handling balls, I’m dying to see how Chris works a pair,” I heard Cuffs whisper.Hose laughed.I turned to glare at them and Cuffs’s face blanched.He closed his mouth and eyes tight [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]