Free I Hate Summer by HT Pantu

Vince’s lap—who suddenly looked very happy.
    “What’s going on, Trys?” I complained as I followed him to my parents’ car and the travel fridge that was in the boot. He pulled out the last of the beers and handed them to me one by one as he popped the caps off.
    “I had a change of heart,” he muttered as he leaned back against the boot. He took a swig from one of the beers in his hand and finally looked me in the eye.
    “About Josh?” I shook my head. “I’m not going to do anything.” I was more or less certain that was the truth. I mean, there was a difference between being tempted and actually acting on anything—even for me.
    “You looked like you were about to push him down and take him in the grass.”
    “Well, that was because someone was confusing my senses, ye idiot. Having a reaction to a grown man and acting upon it wi’ a kid are different, ye know.”
    “You reacted to me?” His smug smile pissed me off.
    “Wasn’t that kind of the point?”
    “Mmm, but it’s interesting to know it worked.” He hesitated, and I watched as my and Jorja’s assessment of this man was crushed by a look of indecision flashing over his dark eyes. Then his tongue darted out along the line of his lips, a gesture so similar to his brother’s that suddenly my anger and frustration was replaced by a flash of rekindled lust.
    “Ye Jackson brothers will be the death o’ me by the end of this week,” I said with a grimace, as suddenly I wanted the holiday to go quickly for completely different reasons.
    “What did he say?”
    “Josh? I’m not telling ye.” And with that I turned and headed back to the warmth of the fire.
    I sat down cross-legged in front of Josh, mirroring his position with our knees almost touching. When his eldest brother hovered by my back, I pointed in the opposite direction without looking around. He grumbled something but obliged and went to sit nearer to Jorja and Vince, leaving me and Josh slightly removed.
    “Look, Josh.” I tried not to look at his lips or his flushed cheeks or to think about the fact that it was the sight of me doing that to him. “I get that yer curious, and I’m happy to talk to ye about these things. But I’m too old for ye.”
    Not to mention that I’d apparently added “pervert” to my already impressive list of sins—which if we’re making a list, probably had “excessively promiscuous” written in big red letters at the top, and that was only if the list maker was being polite.
    “Five years is less than between my mum and dad.”
    “Yeah, except it’s more like six, and they’re both adults; yer still a kid, and I could get in trouble.”
    “Only if I told someone, and I wouldn’t, and I’m sixteen in a month. And you don’t have to have sex with me, just a kiss, to see if I like it.”
    “Hmm, yer brother said ye weren’t a virgin. So ye already know whether ye like kissing or not, surely?”
    Josh swallowed and his gaze darted over my shoulder toward Trystan. “You talked to Trys about me?”
    I shrugged. “Sure, when ye offered to switch tents, he suggested ye might have an ulterior motive.”
    “Oh right, yeah,” he practically whispered.
    “And that he was fine with it, just not here,” I clarified, just in case.
    Josh nodded slowly and turned those eyes back to me. Then I wished he was still worrying over his brother. “So, you’re saying you’d kiss me if we weren’t here and I was sixteen?”
    I grimaced, more for myself than Josh. “I would be more likely to consider it, yeah.” Sober I was still more than likely to say no—I think—but with a drink in me, I couldn’t deny that Josh was appealing.
    His shoulders lifted on a sigh, and he released a long, slow breath as he looked up at me. His face still clung to the last edges of youth, but the way he held me in those eyes said he knew what his body wanted. And that right now it was me.
    “ Jailbait : that’s what ye are, Josh Jackson,” I whispered, but my