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for them.”
    I looked around the living room. Terracotta floors, cream-colored leather couches, honey pine tables and bookshelves. Splashes of color everywhere – turquoise and leather wall hangings, turquoise and metal sculptures, a collection of Southwestern inspired pottery.
    “Yeah, it definitely has a different vibe than San Diego.”
    “We've stayed in this same casita for, like, six years now, I think?” Abby said. “Something like that. It sorta feels like its ours.”
    I couldn't remember many times my family went on vacation. My dad was always working. I shook my head. Nah, he was always scamming. Messing with the books. Or sneaking off, gambling.
    Abby led me down the hallway and stopped in front of a bedroom. A bedroom with two beds. I stopped in the doorway.
    “There are two beds,” I said. “Your parents are cool with us sleeping in here? Together?”
    She laughed and shook her head. “I wish. You get to sleep in here and I get the pullout sofa in the living room.”
    I frowned. “No. I'll sleep out there.”
    She shook her head again. “Nope. We already talked about it. You're in here. I'm out there.”
    “No. You don't need to sleep on a sofa.”
    She put her hands on my hips, raised up on her tiptoes and kissed me. “Too late.”
    “But Abby...”
    “No,” she said, her voice firm. “My parents would freak if we put you out on the couch. You're our guest. So deal.”
    She was echoing what her father had said to me at the gas station. I wasn't sure if I was comfortable playing the part of guest, but they seemed bound and determined to get me used to it.
    “Now,” Abby said, grabbing her bag off one of the beds. “It's hotter than hell here so I'm going to change into my swimsuit. You should do the same so we can go to the pool.”
    Before I could respond, she disappeared into the bathroom attached to the bedroom and pulled the door closed behind her.
    I sat down on the edge of one of the beds and took a deep breath. I felt completely out of my element. When Abby and I were together, it was normally at my apartment, a place I was comfortable in. It was nothing special, but Griffin and I had lived there for almost two years now and it was mine. I looked around the room, at the fancy décor and plush furniture. I might as well have been in China for how out of place I felt. I exhaled slowly. Griffin had told me to relax and so had Abby's father. I tried to focus on that, but I was finding it hard to do.
    I stood up and reached for my bag. Pool. We were going to the pool. I unzipped the bag and was pulling out my swim trunks when the bathroom door opened.
    “Holy shit,” I whispered.
    Abby grinned at me. “You like?”
    The bikini was nearly the same shade of blue as the pool, with strings the width of dental floss hugging her hips and wrapping around her neck. I'd seen her in a bikini before, but this one was new. And it was hot.
    “I like,” I said, standing up. I walked over to her and pulled her to me, made sure she could feel the growing bulge in my shorts as I rubbed against her hip. “Can't you tell?”
    “I can tell,” she murmured.
    I slipped my hand around her waist and slid it inside of her bottoms, running my hand over her ass. “How the hell am I supposed to swim with you in that?”
    She fitted her body against mine. “You'll have to find a way.”
    My lips brushed her ear. “I think you're teasing me.”
    “Maybe.” She slid her hand between us, her fingertips grazing my growing bulge.
    I grunted and slid my hand around her hip, keeping my other hand inside her bikini bottoms. I slipped my fingers inside of her and she gasped. She grabbed onto my shoulder, her nails digging into my shirt.
    “My parents,” she whispered.
    I moved my fingers a little inside of her, feeling her warmth and wetness. She rotated her hips slowly, but she didn't pull away.
    “I can tease, too,” I whispered into her ear.
    She sighed. “I know.”
    I pulled my fingers out slowly and