The five us stand around the kitchen while Karen puts together a platter of sandwiches and fruit. Hardin, who is being overly affectionate today, rests his hand on my thigh once more.
                          
Maybe this place is good for him.
                          
After lunch I help Karen clean the kitchen and make lemonade while Landon and Hardin discuss how terrible modern literature is. I can't help but laugh when Landon mentions Hardin Potter. This sends Hardin into a five minute long speech on why he has never and will never read the books, and Landon tries desperately to get him to change his mind.
                          
"Karen and I are going to head down to our friend's cabin a few doors down if you all want to come," Ken offers.
                          
Hardin looks over at me from across the room and I wait for him to answer.
                          
"I'll pass," he finally says, still looking at me.
                          
Landon looks back and forth between Hardin and I before he gives his response, "I'll come," he says and I swear I catch him smirk at Hardin before he turns back to Ken.
                          

                          
 "If you need anything just call my cell, we shouldn't be longer than an hour or two," Ken says.
                          
As soon as the front door closes Hardin moves to join me on the couch.
                          
"You didn't want to go?" I ask.
                          
"Fuck no, why the hell would I want to go? I'd much rather stay here with you, alone." He brushes my hair back from my neck, sending a light shiver through me.
                          

                          
Hardin's POV.
                          
"Did you want to go sit and listen to a room of boring ass people talk about boring ass shit?" I ask her, my lips barely grazing her jaw.
                          
"No," her breathing has already changed.
                          
"You're sure?" I tease and run my nose along her neck nudging her to tilt her head.
                          
"I don't know, it may have been more fun than this," she says and I chuckle into her neck, kissing her where the bumps on her skin appear from my breath.
                          
Not fucking likely.
                          
"I don't think so, we do have a hot tub in our room, remember?"
                          
"Yeah but it's no good to us because I don't have a swim-suit," I suck lightly at her neck and image what she would look like in a bathing suit.
                          
Fuck.
                          
"You don't need one,"
                          
"Yes I do! I'm not getting in a hot tub with no clothes on,"
                          
"Why not?"
                          
It sounds like a pretty fun time to me.
                          
"Because your family is here,"
                          
"I don't know why you always use that as an excuse," my hand travels down to her lap and I press against the seam of her jeans, "sometimes I think you may like that,"
                          
"Like what?" she asks, practically fucking panting.
                          
"The possibility of being caught,"
                          
"Why would anyone like that?"
                          
"A lot of people do, the thrill of being caught, you know?" I apply more pressure between her legs and she tries to clamp them shut.
                          
"No, that's.. I don't know but I don't like that," she lies.
                          
I'm pretty damn sure she does.
                          
"Mhmm.."
                          
"I don't!" She defends, her cheeks flushed and eyes wide in embarrassment.